Things looked bad
Breaking news, 24 hour cycles, reporters chewing on facts in every language known to man. All implications were grim and reality followed with well practiced riots, fires, bombs. The ground shook. Global rain began to burn us. Burned through everything protecting us.
We didn't come together at first with brotherly love but went through the motions with eyes turned to the cracked earth, embarrassed and guilty.
Then one day the world rallied. Alas, it was the day all the bees returned from the dead to finish us off. Zombees.