I hate to break it to you, but the shite already hit the proverbial fan with a whimper instead of bang.
Believe me, I'm the someone who, since 1978, can't go to a shopping mall without thinking of how to block up the ground floor entrances and which food court foods will stay edible the longest.
We got our apocalypse. Not with zombies, or triffids, or semi-naked crazed bikers after our gasoline, but with a bad flu season.
We got an apocalypse where we still had to pay our bills, we still had to go to work (assuming we still had work), we didn't loose power, or The Internet, or Netflix. We couldn't loot, or pillage, or create roving gangs of wasteland warriors to scavenge for food and old tires to make body armor.
Apparently, we decided all it takes to destroy our economy and push humans into a new Dark Age was to have someone in charge tell us to stay home and mask up.
I am disappointed beyond words.