[ WP ] The end of the world has arrived , and it 's nothing like we ever anticipated .

[ Sorry for mistakes. Typed this up quick on moble ] 
 
 The change came slowly, a creeping monster lurking just outside of our notice. We never did figure out when exactly it started, the beginnings so subtle they ’ re hard to pinpoint. Most experts believe we saw the first detectable signs sometime between 2012 AD and 2020 AD. 
 
 It started so small. Showers felt just the slightest bit off. Sinks and drains were clogging just a bit more easily. Science experiments running numbers just a bit off from where they should be. Most disregarded it entirely. It was such a small change many questioned whether there was really and change at all. 
 
 As slow as it was, though, it pushed forward. The first concrete notice humanity took was of course in the labs. I knew before then. Everyone on that beautiful golden coastline knew something was wrong. The ocean didn ’ t so much sing anymore as she let out gasps. I can ’ t remember any of my old surfing buddies being surprised when the television stations announced the news. 
 
 Our water was dying. 
 
 Some people took it as a sign of Gods wrath. Others took it as a consequence of our constant pollution. Nobody ever did really agree on that one, but the water died all the same, drying out in nearly immeasurable amounts with each passing day. 
 
 As it ’ s viscosity went up it ’ s ability to sustain life plummeted. First the more delicate and tiny plants and animals began to wither and fade, no longer able to process the water and dying as a result. Husks of insects coated the ground in a fantastic array of butterfly wings, and segmented limbs, all faded as though put through an old photo filter. People screamed in the streets that the end times were near. 
 
 Then the bigger creatures started to show signs as well. Species died off in droves. Those that survived found themselves listless and stale. Their color faded, their movements slowed, the filth built up on their skin. 
 
 The picture seemed cruelly surreal. Clouds stopped forming early on, too heavy to lift themselves from the ground, and all the while the world faded and died below the sun and sky still looked down on us, vibrant and pure. A lot of people gave up. Suicide rates skyrocketed, as did all matter of accidental deaths, and disease. 
 
 The human race started to fade with everything else. Food was scarce, and survivors few. Those who did press on found themselves in a hollow, dying world, desperately gnawing at gelatinous water blobs to stave off their own demise. Some started eating people. I'd be lying if I claimed I was above eating the dead and dying. The desperation kicked in fast, and morals faded as all hope rotted along with the world into a crushing, hideous despair. 
 
 So we ’ ve faded onto the brink, and there isn ’ t a doubt in my mind that this whole sad world will be consumed by the dead soon. 
 
 I walk the ocean now. Started last week when the last of the other survivors in my city died. I found him curled in on himself, ribcage protruding grotesquely from his malnourished form. I thought to bury him, but it all felt so pointless. The water hasn ’ t even given us the dignity of a fight. We died cowering in our homes, wasting away to dust and goo. 
 
 I still remember walking out onto the sand, somehow pale and lifeless now. I couldn ’ t even properly cry for the people I ’ d lost and remembered there. Nobody had been able to cry in months. 
 
 I don ’ t expect I ’ ll last much longer myself. Most everything is ash or water now. The water gets thicker each day, and I ’ m growing too weak to pick pieces of it out to chew now. I suppose I ’ ll die at sea, sitting on the motionless remains of my lifes greatest love. 
 
 I used to think a lot of things, but lately all I can do is offer an occasional, hollow laugh. Funny how one of the building blocks of life ended up destroying it entirely. 

