lizzysue
The solar flare pierced through my blinds. So, this was it. This was the day they had warned us about. Nothing would ever be the same. Thousands would die, I knew that, but as long as I could hold on, survive, it could possibly turn out all right.
To Speak. To say the unexpected. To alarm those who need to be shaken. To be disturbed. To be troubled, by something, ANYTHING than the pathetic trivial problems of their day. To alarm. Be the Alarmist.