As I mentally processed my surroundings, I felt my knees buckle, and I sank to the ground. Something inside me was broken. The adrenaline that had triggered my fight or flight response earlier was fading; I couldn’t move. I was both mentally and physically exhausted; I didn’t know what to do or where to go from here. The world as I knew it was over.
They’d warned us it was happening. We’d seen it too. We just didn’t know when it would actually happen. What we did know was that we’d had a string of natural disasters in quick succession, one after the other. We’d exhausted almost all of our resources in the aftermath of those. Now we were just watching and waiting for the big one. I could feel the tension in my bones; whatever was about to happen, it wouldn’t be pretty. It would destroy everything.