He looked down on his reflection. He saw his own face, dry and worn, nothing but a shadow of who he used to be. The forest was dying around him.
There were no birds anymore. No animals, just a fly every once in a while. He had learned how to catch them, but they weren’t much food.
Down by the lake he could see the old pram lying by the shore, sunken into the water. There were no more fish, no more nothing. Poison. It was where it had started, so silently.
He followed the water upstream…
-Oh my God, what is that?
-It’s coming this way!
-Run! Run for your lives!
She viewed out on the creatures who had created what she had become.
People fled in panic, away from the mass coming up from the sea. A polar bear condemned into exile, fused with all kinds of artificial waste. A radioactive plastic monster.
Andrew froze, unable to believe his eyes. He had known ever since his teenage years there would be consequences of mankind’s destruction, and now he was staring it in the eyes. A barrel knocked him down. Plastic bags stuck to his face, around his arms and body…