"Open up!" I screamed. No one came. Not even a jiggle of the handle. The bunker was closed. I was too late.
The timer for eight minutes rang on my phone, and I looked at the sky. The Sun was now replaced by a ball of dark iron with a white Corona stretching across the horizons. The Sunspot had engulfed my granter of life, and black photons struck my face.
The aurora was a sight I wished to see, but not like this. Flashes of intense color strained my pupils. The atmosphere around me changed into an inundation of light. It shined through my lids, burning my cornea. The energy ate me, suddenly picking off chunks of my flesh, working its way inside. The swarm increased in power as day pressed on.
I felt myself falling. On what, I couldn't decipher.
The flares of color had slowly turned into uncoordinated swirls. I didn't realize I was unconscious until one of my eye lids was lifted and waves of light flushed inward.
I heard a woman's voice, "My God! He's still alive!"
