I don't know when the world ended. People thought it would be obvious. Nuclear war, a natural disaster--something would mark the end of civilization as we knew it. People thought December 31, 1999 (better known as Y2K) would crash all of our technology because computers couldn't possibly switch their dates from '99 to '00 without total failure. People thought the Mayans predicted the apocalypse when they ended their calendar on December 21, 2012.
But we're still here.
No, the end of the world was not so abrupt. It came quietly, without anyone noticing for a long time what was happening. Word leaders signed agreements behind closed doors. Governments melded until there was one government, until there was no government.
Radiation didn't kill us and the sun didn't black out. The worst death is the one you don't feel, because you don't know you're dead. We were free. We were done.
The day they made the announcement that our trusted leaders dissolved our world's structure started out like most days. Except the day was a little more special for me.
It was my twenty-fifth birthday.