Los Angeles, 2027
John awoke with a start, and jumped out of bed instinctively. A whistling noise was nagging at his ear. He peered at his clock. 3:47 am. John opened the shutters and saw a streak of light quickly desend into what John estimated to be the middle of the city. Then a bright flash, and that was the last thing he ever saw. not even the shockwaves tear the city apart, nor his house being blown of its foundation into a radioactive oblivion.
