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When it happened, no one was sure what to do.

We had all read the books, seen the movies, maybe even prepared for Hollywood's image of the apocalypse in our own way. When December came, crates of water bottles were snatched off the shelves in record amounts. Canned goods shelves were bare within seconds of being refilled. Anything one could think of to survive, was gone throughout the month of December.

December 21st, 2012, came and went without a hitch. In my region, one could almost say it was the most beautiful day seen throughout our month-long wait for death. Regardless, it was a day of record amounts of suicide.

Christmas came, and though presents were scarce (unless one wanted canned green beans or packages of military food), it was probably the most celebrated Christmas human kind has seen since, of course, the original, simply for the fact that we were all alive to see it.

It was February. Everyone had all but forgotten our "near-death" experience, had given up the apocalypse survival books, had moved on to a brand new fad and lost whatever knowledge they might have gained in the month of December.

I'm not sure how it started. No one really is. My theory is that it was simply ingrained into some people, deeply rooted in their personalities, and one day, everyone who possessed these instincts knew it was time. They literally woke up as different people.

And they all started to eat each other.

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When it happened, no one was sure what to do.

We had all read the books, seen the movies, maybe even prepared for Hollywood's image of the apocalypse in our own way. When December came, crates of water bottles were snatched off the shelves in record amounts. Canned goods shelves were bare within seconds of being refilled. Anything one could think of to survive, was gone throughout the month of December.

December 21st, 2012, came and went without a hitch. In my region, one could almost say it was the most beautiful day seen throughout our month-long wait for death. Regardless, it was a day of record amounts of suicide.

Christmas came, and though presents were scarce (unless one wanted canned green beans or packages of military food), it was probably the most celebrated Christmas human kind has seen since, of course, the original, simply for the fact that we were all alive to see it.

It was February. Everyone had all but forgotten our "near-death" experience, had given up the apocalypse survival books, had moved on to a brand new fad and lost whatever knowledge they might have gained in the month of December.

I'm not sure how it started. No one really is. My theory is that it was simply ingrained into some people, deeply rooted in their personalities, and one day, everyone who possessed these instincts knew it was time. They literally woke up as different people.

And they all started to eat each other.