The worst thing about the world ending is that I can’t move that car off the front lawn. Bloody thing has been parked there for months. It must have been left behind when the troubles began. Of course, I tried to get the thing going, but there’s no petrol inside. No petrol anywhere, come to think of it. I guess that’s something we’ve all got to get used to these days. That, and there not being electricity, or running water, or government or civilization as we used to know it. Still, the sky does look bloody beautiful at night.
