There's Nothing We Can Do

Chapter 1: Emergency Broadcast

"Wake up man! We have to get to the restaurant on time!" Devon said, shaking me as I wake.

"I'm up, I'm up! What time is it anyway-" I say, reaching for my phone. "11:47? Don't we have to be there by 12:15?" 

"Yeah, that's why I'm waking you up!"

I got dressed quickly as I patted my dog goodbye, ready to head out. We have a scheduled lunch at a cool restaurant Devon and I have been waiting to have open reservations, and we had to be there on time. After some probably illegal driving, courtesy of Devon, we reached the restaurant just 3 minutes before our reservation.

"Perfect!" Devon said.

"What do you mean perfect? Sure, it was fun, but it is a godsent miracle you didn't get pulled over-" I responded.

"Oh, calm down, you have to live a little! Plus, we wouldn't have been here on time if I didn't, so lighten up."

"Okay, fine, let's just head in before we can't." 

Devon and I walk up to the doors, and are greeted by a nice employee. We are guided to our tables, and to my surprise, there are a tremendous amount of things on the menu, ranging from Ratatouille to less fancy items such as a burger with chicken and seafood. I order a pasta dish with garlic bread, and as Devon says, this is his time to not just taste, but to feel the food. I don't know, but I think he is a freak about food just as much as I am a freak about the future, space, or, less fun, how and when the world will end. Just as that thought popped into my head, everyone's phones play a deafening tone in unison, while displaying this message: "This is a government issued warning. This is not drill. There has been a comet detected near the edge of our solar system." I froze. The people in the restaurant started to panic. Was this my worst nightmare? Was this a joke? A prankster who hacked the system? That's what I thought, at least until all of the televisions in the restaurant turned to the news, playing a terrifying tone, causing chills to rattle down my spine. 

"H-hello..." The news broadcaster said, shaking with fear. "I r-really hate to be the one to have to make this broadcast... B-but... We all... We all only have... 11 months to live... Until earth is going to be imminently demolished by the comet dubbed... Andromeda's Behemoth... As it was found using extremely advanced cameras, showing proof of the comet coming from... The Andromeda Galaxy..." The news reporter starts breaking down in tears, as the restaurant's silence rings loud.

Footage on the screen shows the comet and it's supposed flight path. Both of these, so incredibly terrifying that even the bravest of men quiver under the thought. The comet, is supposed to take down the planets... one by one. My only guess is how sensitive to gravity from a certain distance it is, as it would have gone hurling toward the sun... But this is unreal. This won't be peaceful. We won't get to live out our final moments, attempting to forget. The unforgettable fact of the matter is... We are screwed. The multi-planet killer... Has arrived.

A middle aged man in the restaurant stands up. "Now this... This is some unforgivable bull-" The man's armed is tightly grasped by a mid-30's looking male in military uniform.

"You want to doubt the proof of scientists?" The man in the military uniform says, with audible anger.

"You know, yeah, so go sit your idiotic, obedient, hound dog self-" The man in the military uniform squeezes his arm tighter, starting to lift the man's arm up.

"Hey, you can't do that, get your hands off of me!-" The man in the military uniform slammed the man on the table, and knocked him unconscious. 

We were already getting a taste of some of the many, many types of people there would be in this god-forsaken scenario. The people who take this as an opportunity to take down douchebags, and the douchebags that decide it would be nice to take their, let's call it, douche-baggery to the next level. And another, the terrified, or the ones with children. The world goes to crap, murder will be at the highest it has been since wars that caused hundreds of millions of casualties, and none of these will be from the comet. No, the people let their psycho-side run free, to fuel their rage. The military will for sure be no help in the long run. It's over. We're done for. Our time has come. I wish it would truly be, as a ton of people say, not in our lifetime, but it will be. It's time to face the harsh truth: We're all going to die.