World’s End Farm

He was a believer. He was certain. His life was planning. His life was planned.

He was a farmer. A subsistence farmer. He had some land. On some fields he grew crops; on others he kept livestock, pigs, cattle, chickens, geese. He ran his farm solely to feed his large family. He hated waste so there was never any overproduction. Every year he planned meticulously month to month how the family could survive and enjoy some variety in their diet.

But this year it was different. This year he only planned for 235 days.

His name was Geddon. Farmer Geddon.