The End of the World Running Club: A Dystopian Survival Thriller About Endurance and Redemption

by Adrian J. Walker

I believe what I believe to make life less terrifying.

We’re idiots. Creatures of denial who have learned not to be afraid of our closets. We need to see the monster in the room before we scream.

How hard to simply exist, to move, to twitch muscles, to think, hope, accept, move, love, and be loved.

In the end, I thought, this is how we all end up: running alone through our own wilderness, the landscape of disjointed events that form our lives, with nobody to make sense of it but ourselves. The road is ours, and ours alone.

Because we don’t grow up; we grow over, like weeds over new grass.