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Seven days until the world is finally going to end. Seven things I still have to take care of. My name is Charlotte Johnson and this is the Apocalypse.

A short fictional story about the waiting-right-outside-the-door ending of the world - and what Charlotte does because of it. In the time span of seven short days, everything changes. What would you do? 

(Translation of my own finished story "Countdown des Chaos" into the english language)

Countdown of Chaos

Slowly but steadily, voices reached my ears. Somebody was talking. I opened my eyes for the split of a second and realized that the sun was already up. A short glance to my watch told me that it was 6:17 AM.


Hesitantly, I got up. I would have had plenty of time left, but this loud babble of voices had caught my attention.


Sleepy as I was, I opened the door, but just a little bit so that I could make out what the babble was about. I recognized the voices as my parents.


They were arguing. Of course, why would it be anything else. They weren't screaming for fun.


I hit the shower, put on fresh clothes and went downstairs into the kitchen to grab an apple from our fruit bowl. My parents were still yelling. I really hated it when people argued and I sighed. Why don't I just move out of this circus already?


I ran back upstairs, grabbed my phone and dialed Joes number. He picked up after the third ring.


"Hi, Joe. My parents are driving me insane around here. Can I stay with you for the rest of the week?" 


"I'll be there in a minute. Pack whatever's necessary, we'll bring it to my place and go to school afterwards." 


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After school, Joe and flopped onto the bed immediately. I rested my head on his chest and it was silent for a while, until he started talking.


"No. I'm not scared of dying. I fear what comes afterwards. I've always pictured that the blackness and absolute silence which you have in a dreamless sleep is as if you are dead. And that the exact same thing happens to you when you die. Just that it isn't for a night, it's for eternity. You aren't aware of anything. Simply not existing anymore, that's what I'm terrified of."


He nodded. "Do you think it was a false assumption? That maybe, we'll all get away with our lives?"


"Not so much. If that were the case though, it's the best that could have ever happened. Maybe it would open peoples eyes. Maybe they would realize that we have to be more cautious and respectful towards our world. After all, it's the only shot we have."


The third day - Just escape