Nobody

is here, nobody is looking, nobody sees it from where she see's it. Nobody is alive inside of their minds, everybody has tuned out and everybody is just a mannequin for you to talk to while you're lonely. Everybody has gotten cold while they were standing there talking to their loved ones about maybe one day being equal, about one day being clean and healthy and not having to worry about the apocalypse they would soon encounter. As everybody sat in that diner and talked about what they loved to do in the past life that they once had, because they can see right before them that the earth is engulfed in an inferno, no colors except for orange and red and that nasty color of black soot filling the air. They all cry and they all smile because they know that they're going to be nothing soon. They know they'll be crawling into small tiny spaces for the next 3 hours, in hopes of escaping to death the safe way. They all want a detour, they all just want another way. But everybody has tuned out, checked out mentally and physically while they hang from their nooses in front of the milkshake machine. Colors begin to come, the brightest white.. when all colors intertwine together like the couple's hands are in the corner, to make the brightest white visible to the human eye. Everybody's faces, slowly turning to ash, that awful green ash of your existence from now on, lying on the ground for other people's shoes to make imprints on. The flash carved into people's minds as the same thing that happened to their mother, or their grandpa will soon happen to them. The little girl in the red dress screams out in rage and disgust and awe, she wants her grandpa back. But all she can think of is how the last time he looked at her, he fell to the floor and turned to that wretched green ash, and how her red dress will soon mean nothing to anybody. Nobody sees it the way she sees it because nobody is there to see at all.