From writing prompt found here. Um, warning, discusses the violent end of the world.
“You don’t understand! I’m just an orderly. There are plenty of doctors, plenty of scientists, plenty of people who can do a lot of good-”
They didn’t sedate me. I didn’t argue with the point at the time, because if I was only restrained, maybe I could get out somehow, but they had gotten me trussed up really good and they were dragging me onto the ship.
All around me – separated by a very tall fence of chain-link and razor wire – people were shouting that they’d take my place. I kept adding to their shouts. Let them go instead of me
They were in a hurry; I understood that. They were working against a literal doomsday clock; in less than 2 hours, the world was going to end. Continue reading