THE LAST DAY

We had no idea what was in store for us. But as I write this, know that it wasn’t without horror.

The end was coming. It was plain as day. Everyone could see it. The asteroid was bigger than the moon. It was only a matter of time. Riots, looting...worse. It was all happening. War in the streets. But that wasn’t what scared us most.

Vic and I first heard the music when we were running from a mustard gas attack, and by then it was already too late.

The front doors opened, and smoke poured out. Hands, so many hands; grabbing, pulling, tightening. They offered us drinks and drugs and food and anything we could possibly desire. It was chaos, and everyone was smiling, singing, laughing, and dancing. Partying it up as the world came to an end.

We could not escape. This was worse than the gas.

As the soiree swirled around us, we went to the window to watch as the asteroid blocked out the sun.

Without turning to me, Vic took my hand in his and said, “How unlucky for us; the Earth was abundant.”

And then—