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. That’s all beliefs are: stories we tell ourselves to stop being afraid. Beliefs have very little to do with the truth.

We’re like hermits living in the attics of big houses on lonely hills, watching one another with broken telescopes.

It’s hard being a human. Most of the time we’re just blind idiots seeking joy in a world full of fear and pain.

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.

You don’t run thirty miles; you run a single step many times over. That’s all running is; that’s all anything is.