As much as it was a bummer to die, I was rather excited about finally discovering what happened on the other side. My best guess was…
On a busy New York street, one frequented by suits and shirts, was a corner office building that stood out from the rest.
Go, discover yourself Wasim.
The apocalypse didn’t come. It was supposed to come. We had the omens, the signs, the somber warnings, the prayer meetings, the hysteria, masses breaking down in public, the looting, vandalism, screaming, begging. And more.
In a neighbourhood characterised by low hanging meshes of wires, narrow alleys, and watchful eyes, a girl in a black robe stepped…