What I don't want to know

It was the end.
Everybody screamed in panic, tripping over each other, desperately trying to get away from the beeping machine that I knew would become my grave. I couldn't hear them of course, but their mouths were wide open and they all had a terrified look on their faces. They all fled, in chock, except the woman who started it all, her hair blew intensely away from her face, looked like it was trying to run away from its destiny too. But the woman just stood there, like she'd expected it all the time. I pressed my face against the small window, tears ran down my face as I kept on punching the thick door, it was stuck. My mind raced faster than ever, causing a dreadful headache. "This will indeed become a wretched and gruesome death", I thought as I gave up, sat down and closed my eyes. It was the end.