Glaring at his drooping eyes, something caught my attention. The air drastically begun to smell metallic with a trace of burn. The midnight sky illuminated with the blazing sun approaching us. I knew something was off since earlier that morning. It wasn't the sun I saw but a warning and none of us took notice.
In the last three years, I have tried everything I could, hunting, killing people, snatching away their belongings just so I could last a couple of days more as they lay, begging for mercy and clean water which was pretty rare, and what not but, nothing gives you an adrenaline rush like a giant ball of gas approaching you at more than one hundred thousand kilometers per hour. With the searing heat increasing with every passing second, it made impossible to run with all the warm rags we wore. I tried running in the opposite direction, tumbled upon the footpath. The entire town was in utter chaos and how I know that? I laid beneath the stampede. The oxygen was running out. Whatever I did to get up, went in vain.
My arms and legs were almost crushed beneath the running feet of people trying to save themselves for a couple more minutes before perishing for an eternity. The heat increasing with every second made me sweat till the core, making it impossible to run. The oxygen running low was the last nail in the coffin, the only thing that kept us going. I pushed up as one would do in a do or die situation while blocking my air passage by inhaling the last of the little oxygen and using it to smash into a nearby store. Inside the store, I could finally breathe a little more to keep me going for a couple of seconds. It was a dark, rusty room only it wasn't dark at the moment, the light was blinding and shining off the metallic surfaces of stuff present in the room.
Given such circumstances, one would definitely begin praying for one's salvation but not me, I couldn't let the slightest chance of staying alive slip away from my hands just like that. I didn't kill all those people to die just because some weird blazing rock in space decided "Mhmm, nice blue rock, I'll spend my vacations here." The metallic stuff there contained a used cylinder of oxygen, a tiny ray of hope. I pulled off my jacket, grabbed the cylinder with one hand, the mask in the other and began to run outward. Outside the room, everything was blinding, I couldn't see my steps or where I was stepping. The light got so bright and in a split second my ears muffled and began to ring. A strong push threw me from somewhere I don't know to somewhere I don't know. All I could see were my blur hands trying to block the light out. Everything turned black as I faded into the abyss of nothingness, striving to inhale one last breath.
