And silently they disappeared

It'll be reality in less than 10 years.

Traffic is still awful though.

Cool, reads like an opening monologue to a great movie.

The world was a busy place.

I couldn't go anywhere without feeling nearly overwhelmed by the hustle bustle of the people going about.

Sometimes things moved too quickly; Sometimes it was just a bit too loud, but I made my way through as best as I could doing my best to feel normal.

I felt this pull to help people in moments of need. If I saw danger or an opportunity to better people, I'd jump at it. Eventually I noticed people didn't want the help, let alone to even look at me.

A pandemic came and I told everyone all the way up to it what was happening, what was next. I told them about 2020 to 2030 and what this decade holds. Intrigued but indifferent and unable to absorb the memory of what I've told them, they just kept moving. Just kept going about things as they would.

The shots came and it was 50/50. People were extremely skeptical at first, but soon they succumbed to pressure and were inoculated with an experimental mRNA poison.

People began having reactions almost immediately. Some women in my life started having difficulties getting pregnant. There were blood clots, strokes and a few deaths.yes!! It's horrible and true!! Only have to look at the massive growths of our local cemeteries this past two years.a d noticed the lack of babies, children and the elder in our local grocery stores and the empty yards in my city!!

The people grew quiet.

It's almost as if the truth were too much to bear for them.

The grief spread as did the depression.

People were in denial.

"Where are all the workers?" They said. "People just don't want to work anymore."

And I began thinking to myself... Where has everybody gone?

There were deaths in my own family and many just weren't the same.

I began to notice places were just empty. The parks were empty. People either weren't going to these places, or there just weren't any people.

When I went into nature and didn't have people around for a time, I always missed them. Even in disagreement, the company of others is vital to mental stability in a world built on society. To be truly alone, actually truly alone, is either a choice that is difficult to maintain or a burden given by disaster.

I wondered where the children were. I never heard or saw them playing. I stopped seeing newborns and babies. Even elderly folks began fading from my presence.

There were less people, and those that remained didn't seem to notice outwardly. Yet.

And silently they disappeared.

I prayed to God to take me.

What is my purpose if there are no women left capable or willing in providing children?

If I were the last one left, why would I have any reason at all to live?

The delaying of an inevitable end with no new beginnings.

A slow crawling extinction in the midst.

I've been thinking this too: "Where are all the people?"
Restaurants are closed, parks are empty, office buildings deserted. Almost every day I ask myself ... What, are they all sitting at home or have they moved out of state (I live in CA so that's plausible). It's very weird.

The world was a busy place.

I couldn't go anywhere without feeling nearly overwhelmed by the hustle bustle of the people going about.

Sometimes things moved too quickly; Sometimes it was just a bit too loud, but I made my way through as best as I could doing my best to feel normal.

I felt this pull to help people in moments of need. If I saw danger or an opportunity to better people, I'd jump at it. Eventually I noticed people didn't want the help, let alone to even look at me.

A pandemic came and I told everyone all the way up to it what was happening, what was next. I told them about 2020 to 2030 and what this decade holds. Intrigued but indifferent and unable to absorb the memory of what I've told them, they just kept moving. Just kept going about things as they would.

The shots came and it was 50/50. People were extremely skeptical at first, but soon they succumbed to pressure and were inoculated with an experimental mRNA poison.

People began having reactions almost immediately. Some women in my life started having difficulties getting pregnant. There were blood clots, strokes and a few deaths.yes!! It's horrible and true!! Only have to look at the massive growths of our local cemeteries this past two years.a d noticed the lack of babies, children and the elder in our local grocery stores and the empty yards in my city!!

The people grew quiet.

It's almost as if the truth were too much to bear for them.

The grief spread as did the depression.

People were in denial.

"Where are all the workers?" They said. "People just don't want to work anymore."

And I began thinking to myself... Where has everybody gone?

There were deaths in my own family and many just weren't the same.

I began to notice places were just empty. The parks were empty. People either weren't going to these places, or there just weren't any people.

When I went into nature and didn't have people around for a time, I always missed them. Even in disagreement, the company of others is vital to mental stability in a world built on society. To be truly alone, actually truly alone, is either a choice that is difficult to maintain or a burden given by disaster.

I wondered where the children were. I never heard or saw them playing. I stopped seeing newborns and babies. Even elderly folks began fading from my presence.

There were less people, and those that remained didn't seem to notice outwardly. Yet.

And silently they disappeared.

I prayed to God to take me.

What is my purpose if there are no women left capable or willing in providing children?

If I were the last one left, why would I have any reason at all to live?

The delaying of an inevitable end with no new beginnings.

A slow crawling extinction in the midst.

It's already starting. I rarely see a crowd anywhere. We went to Kohl's last Saturday afternoon and there were maybe 3 workers in the whole store, lots of lights turned out (I suppose to save energy), and I only came across 2 other shoppers in the half-hour we were there.

It's the same when we go to the grocery store.

It's the same pretty much everywhere, except the farmer's market. That generally draws a crowd.

But the quiet is very eerie.

Where IS everyone???

The world was a busy place.

I couldn't go anywhere without feeling nearly overwhelmed by the hustle bustle of the people going about.

Sometimes things moved too quickly; Sometimes it was just a bit too loud, but I made my way through as best as I could doing my best to feel normal.

I felt this pull to help people in moments of need. If I saw danger or an opportunity to better people, I'd jump at it. Eventually I noticed people didn't want the help, let alone to even look at me.

A pandemic came and I told everyone all the way up to it what was happening, what was next. I told them about 2020 to 2030 and what this decade holds. Intrigued but indifferent and unable to absorb the memory of what I've told them, they just kept moving. Just kept going about things as they would.

The shots came and it was 50/50. People were extremely skeptical at first, but soon they succumbed to pressure and were inoculated with an experimental mRNA poison.

People began having reactions almost immediately. Some women in my life started having difficulties getting pregnant. There were blood clots, strokes and a few deaths.

The people grew quiet.

It's almost as if the truth were too much to bear for them.

The grief spread as did the depression.

People were in denial.

"Where are all the workers?" They said. "People just don't want to work anymore."

And I began thinking to myself... Where has everybody gone?

There were deaths in my own family and many just weren't the same.

I began to notice places were just empty. The parks were empty. People either weren't going to these places, or there just weren't any people.

When I went into nature and didn't have people around for a time, I always missed them. Even in disagreement, the company of others is vital to mental stability in a world built on society. To be truly alone, actually truly alone, is either a choice that is difficult to maintain or a burden given by disaster.

I wondered where the children were. I never heard or saw them playing. I stopped seeing newborns and babies. Even elderly folks began fading from my presence.

There were less people, and those that remained didn't seem to notice outwardly. Yet.

And silently they disappeared.

I prayed to God to take me.

What is my purpose if there are no women left capable or willing in providing children?

If I were the last one left, why would I have any reason at all to live?

The delaying of an inevitable end with no new beginnings.

A slow crawling extinction in the midst.

awesome post.. love it.
I relate to it oddly too well lol. impressive

Picture this Only Me.

You're in the largest and most packed theater you've ever witnessed. One of the most suspenseful and thrilling dramas plays out. While it has a somewhat long runtime, its enthralling nature would have it appear to go by much more quickly.

As the conclusion approaches, acceptance of the end has the crowd get up and leave. But a few remain. The screen goes dark and suddenly what was just a loud and inhabited space is void with only a few left. There is more space between them, and no sense of direction.

Where did everybody go?

Then the screen says "Part 2."

And only yourself and a few others remained to watch.

The world is dying all around.

Thousands upon thousands of houses sit empty and quiet now.

But no one cares or notices.

Too distracted with all the bullshit.

And no one knows or talks to their next door neighbours anymore..

So they dont even know they are all dead.

Little over the top, but whatever...

Nobody disappeared...they just opted out...

It’s what the WEF wants...people wanting to exist, but not wanting to work...

There is NO reason to work if you aren’t being paid handsomely for it...

Everyone knows you can get free everything now, if you “qualify” for it.

The world is filled with useless shiteaters now...

Eventually the gravy train runs dry, and then we get to the meat of the problem...

Hope all of you have lots of prep, a gun, ammo, and a machete or two, to stop the “zombie horde” problem.

And to think I’ve worked every day of my life since I was 15 yrs old...

I’m gonna fuck every single millennial, deadbeat motherfucker to hell and back, you might as well call me the devil, becuase your going to pay your dues if you cross paths with me...Tik Tok ain’t gonna save you...

Little over the top, but whatever...

Nobody disappeared...they just opted out...

It’s what the WEF wants...people wanting to exist, but not wanting to work...

There is NO reason to work if you aren’t being paid handsomely for it...

Everyone knows you can get free everything now, if you “qualify” for it.

The world is filled with useless shiteaters now...

Eventually the gravy train runs dry, and then we get to the meat of the problem...

Hope all of you have lots of prep, a gun, ammo, and a machete or two, to stop the “zombie horde” problem.

And to think I’ve worked every day of my life since I was 15 yrs old...

I’m gonna fuck every single millennial, deadbeat motherfucker to hell and back, you might as well call me the devil, becuase your going to pay your dues if you cross paths with me...Tik Tok ain’t gonna save you...

The world was a busy place.

I couldn't go anywhere without feeling nearly overwhelmed by the hustle bustle of the people going about.

Sometimes things moved too quickly; Sometimes it was just a bit too loud, but I made my way through as best as I could doing my best to feel normal.

I felt this pull to help people in moments of need. If I saw danger or an opportunity to better people, I'd jump at it. Eventually I noticed people didn't want the help, let alone to even look at me.

A pandemic came and I told everyone all the way up to it what was happening, what was next. I told them about 2020 to 2030 and what this decade holds. Intrigued but indifferent and unable to absorb the memory of what I've told them, they just kept moving. Just kept going about things as they would.

The shots came and it was 50/50. People were extremely skeptical at first, but soon they succumbed to pressure and were inoculated with an experimental mRNA poison.

People began having reactions almost immediately. Some women in my life started having difficulties getting pregnant. There were blood clots, strokes and a few deaths.

The people grew quiet.

It's almost as if the truth were too much to bear for them.

The grief spread as did the depression.

People were in denial.

"Where are all the workers?" They said. "People just don't want to work anymore."

And I began thinking to myself... Where has everybody gone?

There were deaths in my own family and many just weren't the same.

I began to notice places were just empty. The parks were empty. People either weren't going to these places, or there just weren't any people.

When I went into nature and didn't have people around for a time, I always missed them. Even in disagreement, the company of others is vital to mental stability in a world built on society. To be truly alone, actually truly alone, is either a choice that is difficult to maintain or a burden given by disaster.

I wondered where the children were. I never heard or saw them playing. I stopped seeing newborns and babies. Even elderly folks began fading from my presence.

There were less people, and those that remained didn't seem to notice outwardly. Yet.

And silently they disappeared.

I prayed to God to take me.

What is my purpose if there are no women left capable or willing in providing children?

If I were the last one left, why would I have any reason at all to live?

The delaying of an inevitable end with no new beginnings.

A slow crawling extinction in the midst.

What a meladramatic asshole.

It is not that bad. No where near.

The world was a busy place.

I couldn't go anywhere without feeling nearly overwhelmed by the hustle bustle of the people going about.

Sometimes things moved too quickly; Sometimes it was just a bit too loud, but I made my way through as best as I could doing my best to feel normal.

I felt this pull to help people in moments of need. If I saw danger or an opportunity to better people, I'd jump at it. Eventually I noticed people didn't want the help, let alone to even look at me.

A pandemic came and I told everyone all the way up to it what was happening, what was next. I told them about 2020 to 2030 and what this decade holds. Intrigued but indifferent and unable to absorb the memory of what I've told them, they just kept moving. Just kept going about things as they would.

The shots came and it was 50/50. People were extremely skeptical at first, but soon they succumbed to pressure and were inoculated with an experimental mRNA poison.

People began having reactions almost immediately. Some women in my life started having difficulties getting pregnant. There were blood clots, strokes and a few deaths.

The people grew quiet.

It's almost as if the truth were too much to bear for them.

The grief spread as did the depression.

People were in denial.

"Where are all the workers?" They said. "People just don't want to work anymore."

And I began thinking to myself... Where has everybody gone?

There were deaths in my own family and many just weren't the same.

I began to notice places were just empty. The parks were empty. People either weren't going to these places, or there just weren't any people.

When I went into nature and didn't have people around for a time, I always missed them. Even in disagreement, the company of others is vital to mental stability in a world built on society. To be truly alone, actually truly alone, is either a choice that is difficult to maintain or a burden given by disaster.

I wondered where the children were. I never heard or saw them playing. I stopped seeing newborns and babies. Even elderly folks began fading from my presence.

There were less people, and those that remained didn't seem to notice outwardly. Yet.

And silently they disappeared.

I prayed to God to take me.

What is my purpose if there are no women left capable or willing in providing children?

If I were the last one left, why would I have any reason at all to live?

The delaying of an inevitable end with no new beginnings.

A slow crawling extinction in the midst.

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