Last night I survived the end of the world.
I remember running, a voice inside my head telling me I had to get as far away as I could before it happened, although I didn't really know what "it" was. I remember breaking out on to an open green space after the shelter of pine trees, just as the grass started to heave and buckle beneath me feet. I lost my footing, and stumbled and was tossed about like a rag doll in a tumble-dryer. More than once I nearly passed out, but I didn't. I knew I mustn't. I knew that if I lost consciousness I'd loose everything... I would never awake again.
Then all of a sudden the ground settled in it's new, u