The end

Hundreds, thousands, nigh millions of people starting at their TV sets, their phones, mobile devices, children screaming in fear. Mothers holding their loved family dearly. News anchor, barley keeping himself together, tie undone, face covered with sweat as he reads off the paper that is shaking in his hand. "At O"seven hundred hours... there have been confirmed nuclear detonations widespread across the globe, it is unsure as to what the cause of this devastation, this slaughter, this genocide. The sirens sound across the world in several locations, and then go silent. One, after another. Your siren finally goes off after moments if not hours of waiting... there is no safety, no news, no delay. The crack, the booming echo of detonation, mixing with the deafening wailing of the alarms. The skies part like the holy book depicting the red seas. But this is no miracle, for it is damnation.