“Quinton’s fat ass waaaay back there. Homie can’t keep his pants up. Tryna borrow a belt, I’m like nobody here wear size Equator!”

Some students and I were taking pictures out in the forest. We watched a dense mist descend upon the mountains. The mist touched a tree, and the tree disappeared. The mist touched the ground, and the hill disappeared, so we ran.

Somehow, we knew the only solution was to go north. My family packed our most valuable belongings, because we knew that if the darkness touched it, we’d lose it. Along the way we hit traffic, people, blockades trying to keep us in, all while trying to pick up the rest of the family.

We stopped at a small cottage, picking up my sister. We saw the darkness ever-looming behind the cabin. In the forefront of the swiftly-moving mass, came two huge men in suits, wired with microphones and equipment. We confronted them.

We asked if they knew anything about the darkness, because they seemed to lack any fear at all. At first they tried to push us away, but we trapped them. Finally one said, “Everything that has disappeared is still here. We created this to gather the whole world into one area, which we knew they would do, out of fear. Once everyone is condensed, we destroy them, and rule any who remain. Earth needs to be cleansed.” He continued, “All your life will reappear in time; Now you are the wiser, so go live your life the way Earth meant for you to.”