Apocalyptia Part 1 Waiting for the world to end and I'm sitting in a bar. Plenty of people coming and going, seemingly oblivious to the pending doom. I'm not entirely sure what's going to happen when everything stops; I don't know if we're all going to die horribly or if we just cease to exist. And what becomes of everything else, not just the people, not just the animals, not just the #life. I wonder where the buildings will go, the roads, the street lamps, the oil rigs. I wonder too, if there are other people that know, just as I know, that we have no more time. Maybe there are people, people smarter than me, who have a plan; some way to survive, to rebuild, to reverse whatever it is that is no doubt inevitable. While I wonder, I'll drink. While I wait, I'll drink. While everybody else gets on with the day, with no knowledge of their ultimate fate, I'll keep drinking. Why not? A man walked into the bar, he had a black cap covering his eyes. He stopped dead as he entered and I could tell he was looking at me. I couldn't see his eyes but he was looking at me, I was sure of it. Then he pointed at me and beckoned me towards him. At first I looked away, and my heart was racing. My eyes were frantically darting from the dregs of rum at the bottom of my glass to the strange man who hadn't moved from the doorway and was still pointing at me. I stood up and, realising I felt rather more drunk standing than I did sitting, I sat back down. He was beside me before my backside hit the chair, too quick, much too quick. I thought I may have fallen asleep for a moment and in that time he had taken the liberty to creep up on me. Maybe I had been awake, maybe he was that quick.