The flow would not stop.
It blew it all, there was no foreseeable situation where such a force had been stopped; it trampled through what was left by the unstoppable time, rampaging through the remains of everything that had once been and planned to be. Not even the thought of the things that it touched dared survive; everything was blended into a a messy mass of everything, becoming one little part of a whole nothing.
What had once been streets were now beds of flowing waste that was given no time to rot; if someone had been able to pause time, to give the whole situation a break and take a huge deep breath, his innards would have been invaded by a cursed pestilence never felt before. Well, not exactly "never before".
Some months ago, there was a weird smell in the air. Most people didn't care much about it, because cities usually smell like horribly anyways. But those who were just passing by, the few that were used to varying odors and uncountable smells and aromas, were evidently struck by an obnoxious feeling of disgust that showed itself in various forms.
Rudeness, aggressiveness, hurries, sickness or even simply leaving the city; they weren't many people, but if you were a sharp-eyed observer like me and few others you simply noticed it. You could feel how things were different. And it all started with the damned fallen clouds.
At the beginning most people thought that they were nothing but mere fog, but after days and weeks without the slightest of changes appearing in the huge wall of clouds that surrounded the city, some people started to care about it. Science teams analyzed them from top to bottom, never reaching a conclusion worth making public; meteorologists talked about hundreds of different phenomena that could be taking place, but they were always radically different in some aspect to this huge wall of clouds. Some pessimistic madmen decided to walk the streets shouting and claiming that the world as we knew it was about to come to an end; even some local religious leaders blamed the infidels and the unholy for the cataclysmic events they were supposedly looking forward to. To hell with it, in the end, even politicians jumped onto the "no tomorrow" bandwagon for the sake of gaining some popularity.
Those who were not braindead, like me, left during the first days. We could feel that something was wrong. I went to a little house my parents had in a mountain nearby, and that was enough to scare me even more. Those huge clouds surrounded every single town and city on sight, and believe me I had a great view of the place from up there. Every single population was being walled by these enormous clouds that spiraled into the sky, and the government was freaking hiding it from everyone!
That is where the smell came from. I noticed it while crossing the clouds, which was a damned odyssey on its own. Those enormous clouds were also incredibly dense, and while driving through it you couldn't see more than 2 meters ahead of you. The traffic was light because most people avoided using the roads those days, but it was still slow and sluggish as it could have been the first day of summer holidays. And the smell. I will never forget that smell. It reminded you of something slowly rotting, but it was way worse.
As I was saying, there was no way of stopping the flow. It was so sudden... no one saw it coming, not even me. And I guess that the other guys from the Observer's Association didn't either. The cloud columns suddenly disappeared, melting into the huge walls of clouds that had now become a massive dome that now covered whole cities, towns and villages. And then the "rain" began. But it was no rain. Hell, those clouds disappeared, they fell down and hit the ground. They all did it at the same time; the sound of it was terrifying, and the earthquake they triggered, even though light, only aggravated the situation. This whole house was trembling, my children were hiding under the tables and I don't really remember where my wife and my parents were. I'll make sure to ask them one of these days. But one hit was not enough.
When I thought that it was all over, I decided to watch more carefully, and only then I realized. The water was not flowing out of the city. Once it reached the borders it simple evaporated and formed those huge clouds again. The domes were shaping up again and once they were as dense and grey as before, they collapsed once again. That went on for days. I still cannot believe that my house survived the earthquakes, but I do thank whichever god is up there for it.
I'll stop writing now, I'm needed in the kitchen. I just needed to get this off me, and I think I'll keep on doing it. I might get back into writing this later this week. I just hope that there is someone left for reading it after we're gone.
To whoever might be reading this in the years to come, best of luck
Marius
It blew it all, there was no foreseeable situation where such a force had been stopped; it trampled through what was left by the unstoppable time, rampaging through the remains of everything that had once been and planned to be. Not even the thought of the things that it touched dared survive; everything was blended into a a messy mass of everything, becoming one little part of a whole nothing.
What had once been streets were now beds of flowing waste that was given no time to rot; if someone had been able to pause time, to give the whole situation a break and take a huge deep breath, his innards would have been invaded by a cursed pestilence never felt before. Well, not exactly "never before".
Some months ago, there was a weird smell in the air. Most people didn't care much about it, because cities usually smell like horribly anyways. But those who were just passing by, the few that were used to varying odors and uncountable smells and aromas, were evidently struck by an obnoxious feeling of disgust that showed itself in various forms.
Rudeness, aggressiveness, hurries, sickness or even simply leaving the city; they weren't many people, but if you were a sharp-eyed observer like me and few others you simply noticed it. You could feel how things were different. And it all started with the damned fallen clouds.
At the beginning most people thought that they were nothing but mere fog, but after days and weeks without the slightest of changes appearing in the huge wall of clouds that surrounded the city, some people started to care about it. Science teams analyzed them from top to bottom, never reaching a conclusion worth making public; meteorologists talked about hundreds of different phenomena that could be taking place, but they were always radically different in some aspect to this huge wall of clouds. Some pessimistic madmen decided to walk the streets shouting and claiming that the world as we knew it was about to come to an end; even some local religious leaders blamed the infidels and the unholy for the cataclysmic events they were supposedly looking forward to. To hell with it, in the end, even politicians jumped onto the "no tomorrow" bandwagon for the sake of gaining some popularity.
Those who were not braindead, like me, left during the first days. We could feel that something was wrong. I went to a little house my parents had in a mountain nearby, and that was enough to scare me even more. Those huge clouds surrounded every single town and city on sight, and believe me I had a great view of the place from up there. Every single population was being walled by these enormous clouds that spiraled into the sky, and the government was freaking hiding it from everyone!
That is where the smell came from. I noticed it while crossing the clouds, which was a damned odyssey on its own. Those enormous clouds were also incredibly dense, and while driving through it you couldn't see more than 2 meters ahead of you. The traffic was light because most people avoided using the roads those days, but it was still slow and sluggish as it could have been the first day of summer holidays. And the smell. I will never forget that smell. It reminded you of something slowly rotting, but it was way worse.
As I was saying, there was no way of stopping the flow. It was so sudden... no one saw it coming, not even me. And I guess that the other guys from the Observer's Association didn't either. The cloud columns suddenly disappeared, melting into the huge walls of clouds that had now become a massive dome that now covered whole cities, towns and villages. And then the "rain" began. But it was no rain. Hell, those clouds disappeared, they fell down and hit the ground. They all did it at the same time; the sound of it was terrifying, and the earthquake they triggered, even though light, only aggravated the situation. This whole house was trembling, my children were hiding under the tables and I don't really remember where my wife and my parents were. I'll make sure to ask them one of these days. But one hit was not enough.
When I thought that it was all over, I decided to watch more carefully, and only then I realized. The water was not flowing out of the city. Once it reached the borders it simple evaporated and formed those huge clouds again. The domes were shaping up again and once they were as dense and grey as before, they collapsed once again. That went on for days. I still cannot believe that my house survived the earthquakes, but I do thank whichever god is up there for it.
I'll stop writing now, I'm needed in the kitchen. I just needed to get this off me, and I think I'll keep on doing it. I might get back into writing this later this week. I just hope that there is someone left for reading it after we're gone.
To whoever might be reading this in the years to come, best of luck
Marius