The beaches were lined with bones and the bodies of the dead. That was until the Gods came forth from the ocean and the dead awoke screaming and terrified.
I had seen the footage on the News. Live footage. I remember that it had cut off halfway through; I remember hearing a woman’s scream and then nothing. And I had changed the channel and watched a sitcom.
I didn’t believe it was happening or rather, I didn’t want to believe it was happening. I told people that it was a gimmick, an advertisement, something to laugh about.
But I sort of knew it was real. Deep down. I felt it in my bones.
I heard people say that it was aliens. I didn’t laugh at that. I hoped it was aliens. Aliens were less terrifying than Gods. Aliens were nothing to do with me.
Graveyards filled with zombies. But only because the Earth had pushed up the bodies, turning them out of their graves and giving them back to the world.
I remember not being afraid. I was just deeply sad. The Gods were angry and everybody was being punished for it. There was no escape even in death.
I watched from my window as buildings fell and the sky filled with dust. In my city a statue taller than the highest skyscraper ran amok, ripping up roads, hurtling bricks and lampposts and cars. And people.
Some people said that it was robots. Giant robots built by man that had turned against us. Or perhaps it was alien robots from outer space.
I wished that it was. I tried to believe that it was but by now I knew...
It was the Gods.
Other people had known before me and as forests burned and seas froze over, more people came to realise.
I wish it was the media, or aliens, or robots, or monsters, or the military, but it was the Gods. And we had angered them.
I had angered them. I had...
I stood on a sea of frozen ice and watched as the sun exploded.
(First published in Everyday Weirdness in 2010)