I suppose I always pictured my self curling up with my loved ones in a moment like this; tears streaming down our faces, assuring each other we would be together again on the other side.
For a second I wonder where my parent’s are and what my sister is up to.
As thoughts of my family fade away into the ether, my focus once again turns to the man, whose face I’m currently stomping into a bloody pulp.
I can feel his cartilage and bones crunching under the heel of my boot. No one tries to stop me. Hell, there are about a half dozen other murders going on around me.
It’s amazing how only six days ago people were shuffling through this intersection, briefcases and designer purses in hand, on their way to work.
Now the street is alive with people fighting, screaming, looting, and fucking. I look up towards the night sky and wipe some sweat from my brow.
It looks bigger than the moon now. I marvel at its majesty as I drag my foot along the ground, wiping brain and skull fragments across the asphalt as if I just stepped in dog shit.
The eggheads at NASA are predicting that it should pierce our atmosphere and make impact in just a few more hours. They expect it to wipe out 99.99% of life on Earth.
You don’t need to be a rocket scientist to realize that when a rock the size of Australia collides with your planet, there’s not much of a chance for survival.
My eyes scan the scene, looking for someone else to kill or fuck. Who cares right? We’ll all be dead soon anyways.
[Narrated by u/NoahJReads](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kj2Jf3LSmvg)