The world would say that it was a normal day when it ended.
They would say that it was like any other; starting in a way typical to the standard lives that had been meticulously repeated time and time again. One that began with the perfume of a caffeinated drink and rupture of boiling water in the morning. One that praised the end of a shift and hailed the profit their suffering had brought in. One that was full of practiced routine – hell, even one that would force them to stumble through a new schedule when they jumped onto a presented opportunity.
To change was normal after all.
As long as it was within a certain parameter that is.
They, the people who liked to use the royal we and speak on behalf of every lifeform in order to add more weight behind their words, would say that what was happening would call the wrath of the heavens down upon them all.
They would whine and moan about how it shouldn’t have happened, least of all to them! They were such good people, they were so kind, oh why oh why oh how could this happen-
If you asked Sam, she would say that the world was exaggerating.
There wasn’t any asteroid that flattened the surface, nor quake that cracked the globe in half. No floods that turned major cities into legend, nor volcanoes that would smother all life beneath its ashen exhale. There wasn’t a deadly virus, nor any Alien lifeform that came with the goal to harvest everything on the planet.
There was Alien life though. That decided to occupy the planet. And monitor the way they lived.
So, to clarify, it was a normal day when the world as they knew it ended. Which was slightly better in Sam’s opinion. The world really needed to stop overreacting.
…Or maybe Sam was just too numb to the call of tragedy to care.