Black smoke clouds the once clear sky. The falling and crumbling of buildings now fall silent to my screams of terror. The city and the world around it are obliterated. Moans and shouts of agony rise from under the debris of our now post-apocalyptic civilization. The ghostly soul of mine, floating in a hollow shell of remorse, escapes from my battered body in a cry of anger. A small, scared child looks at me from behind a wall. His deep brown eyes shone in the remaining sunlight. Calling out for his mother, I open my arms to the boy. I held him close, encasing him in my bruised arms, telling him he would be okay. A small shed about 20 feet away was the only remaining building. He rushed inside from a danger unknown to me. A light came closer, and closer still. Looking up to see a meteorite hurdling towards the once silent earth, I open my arms to it, waiting for death to rain upon me. Darkness reigns upon the earth once more.
