“What do you mean the end of the world isn’t what I think it is?” I asked Iman. “What else could it be?”
“It could just be the end of the world as you know it,” he said as Yewell joined him in walking away from me into the vast expanse of nothingness that surrounded us.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, following after them. “Where are you going?”
“It means what it means and we’re going where we’re going,” said Yewell.
“You’re not going anywhere! We’re in the middle of nothing.”
“It often seems that way, doesn’t it?” said Iman. Read more »







