The last seven days

Waking up this morning, I had this unexplainable feeling. It's like a message engraved in my brain. It appeared out of nowhere this morning and for no explainable reason. The only thing I know without a doubt is that it's true. Frighteningly true. But what does a person do with this kind of information? It's not like I could tell anyone else. If I were to tell someone, they'd just call me crazy. I shudder at the thought of everyone being so oblivious about it. On the other hand, they might be better off. This message changed my life irreversibly, yet I still have to figure out exactly what it means.

There are only seven days left.

Just one more week and then it's all over. I guess some people could see it as a good thing. There will be no more war, no more destruction. But will there be anything else left either? Does it even matter?

I know it's seven days, but I don't know how or why. I don't know what's more terrifying. The fact that I know about the seven days? Or the fact that I don't know how or why? It's not like I can do anything about it. Even if I knew, I'm just a regular person? How could I stop something so enormous?

I feel like there's a huge clock counting down in my head. I try to close my eyes and ignore it, but I can't seem to think of anything else. And how could I?

I have the knowledge that the world is going to end.

But maybe it isn't. Maybe it's just humanity that is doomed. Could it be that the world just keeps turning, but without us? It's hard to imagine. What would the world look like?

Another thought makes its way through my mind. There are only seven days left. What am I going to do? What does a person do, knowing that seven days later they won't exist anymore? I can't just go on with my life like I used to. What's the point?

I wish I didn't have this knowledge anymore. Why doesn't anyone else know? Although, I guess it might be better. The world would be chaos if humanity knew it was dying. But maybe there is someone out there that knows too.

It's slightly comforting, thinking that someone shares the same fears. It seems to give me a purpose. I could try and find them. If I'm lucky they might know what to do.

I finely see the light at the end of the tunnel. I have seven days. Seven days to find this person that might be able to save us all. I'm not giving up. It might be futile, but I have seven days.

Seven days to save humanity.