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Max experienced that day and wondered just what had happened. He felt nothing beyond his arms but a dull chill, a reminder of what he had just left. The noise he heard had also changed, gone was the buzzing sound he had heard since he was five, and instead he heard thewind rustling the clothes on his back. He looked around, and saw where he had come from not too long ago. Max had wondered what it was like to feel cold. He knew now.

Each step brought him closer to the snow filled scene he saw in front of him. The air grew ever colder, and the wind would grow ever louder until it's deafening cry forced him to cover his ears. He saw someone's mouth open. The wind, he thought, it must be blocking his voice. It's almost like he is screaming out. Another moment later, the person vanished into the wind which now started to fling snow into his eyes. His eyes widened as a tree trunk flew right past him. My clothes caught on the branch ... Ahhhhh. 

Grasping on to the snow, Max unsnags his clothing and realizes he's on the edge of a cliff. Finish the job finish the job finish the job. A jolt of pain flies into his leg as he lands on the snow. I failed... again.

The Horde

The morning is quiet as the last visible traces of the Doom fade into the morning. The ashes, now buried beneath the earth give rise to the beasts, who crawled to the surface and wandered off. Yet it is not an aimless wander, though their movements may be random, two things are clear, they never go to the same place twice, and they naturally gather together.

 Years pass: the horde is now an endless crowd of nightmarish creatures, who make no sound other than the crushing of grasses below their feet. The world is quiet, The Horde the only noise that can now be heard in the vast expanse. Where The Horde goes, the grass slumbers, the dirt packs together, the world becomes even quieter.

Centuries pass: The Horde combines into one large beast - its name is The Horde. It walks less often and decides that it's time to sleep.

Years pass: The entire world has been visited, The Horde fades into a mountain of ashes.

Many more eons pass: The ashes harden. The grass lengthens, now living upon a sea of hardened dirt.    Remnants of the Doom awaken, and see their new home, and sing at their fortune. They make their home on the mountain, and tell stories of the miracle that gave them a second chance.