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

by Adrian J. Walker

Frustration in my head, frustration in my body, the need to explode from all corners of your being—a feeling I was already used to.

I was still a physical thing; I was my body. And my body didn’t want this. My body wanted nothing to do with this.

“Fuck me,” he said, getting to his feet. “Just fuck me sideways. Ow.”

I know now it’s certainty itself I have a problem with. Certainty doesn’t feel like something we’re supposed to have.

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. We have no idea what we’re doing,

We’re not really supposed to be on our own, Ed, we’re not built for it. Spend too much time running away from reality and that’s exactly where you get.”

“I felt like I was coming apart,” I said. “Like I was lots of little threads unravelling. I couldn’t tell where I started and where I stopped.