Creative Writing: Funroe Monument Zoo

The better half of the last day of human civilization was rather boring and extremely uninteresting for most of mankind, even the few who felt they knew the ifs, ands, buts, speculations, and coming of the apocalypse. As the Monday morning lunch rush proceed with unintelligible yells and upward thrust middle fingers, no one had a clue something more eventful than a twenty cent increase in gas prices was going to happen. They had a whole morning of blissful, uneventful lives before it all cascaded into one pile of dung that smashed into the metaphorical fan of our little, mundane humanity.
Due to this bliss, life was going on as normal which meant all of the fabulous Funroe, Louisiana attractions were still open, including the Gun's R us shooting range, Skate World and the widely covenanted Funroe Monument Zoo.
Of all the people enjoying the people oblivious to the impending doom, there was one man who knew something absolutely terrible was going to happen because his day was already absolutely awful and those things tend to escalate.
Marcus Oliver had been jerked from his soundless slumber by the ringing of his doorbell, a slap in the face from some girl he couldn't place, and a ridiculously terrible hangover. He was taking a break from
Nature d-d-d-documentaries are fine! Do ya' even know the meaning of the word!?" He protested loudly, not even caring if it would make Marcus mad anymore. He was really scared and valued his life more than he feared a possible beating. He sighed and slumped down in his seat when he realized Marcus wasn’t even paying any attention anymore. He reasoned that it was probably for the best because his yelling would have just made Marcus angry. Still, as tears welled in his small eyes, Conroy wished his dad would just take the time to listen to his pleas of fear and make all the monsters go away. He suppressed a sniffle as he realized that was impossible, because monsters don’t make other monsters go