It's the end.
I should be out rioting, perhaps, or spending my last moments on earth with my loved ones.
Perhaps I should experience one of the things I always wished I could do before I died.
I should do something, anything, but I'm sitting here, staring out the window and watching the whole world go to hell.
It's mayhem out there. It's been this way ever since the news arrived, merely a few hours back.
The end of the world is here, and there is nothing we can do to stop it.
20 more minutes to go.
I should go outside. I should call my parents.
I should tell that special someone I love them, that I've always loved them, even if only now I'd have the courage to utter such words.
And yet, I do nothing. I stare up into the sky and see the rain of asteroids moving closer and closer.
Hundreds and hundreds of space rocks about to strike our planet.
13 more minutes.
No one saw it coming, or maybe they did and thought they'd be able to find a solution before it was too late.
I should be panicking, but I feel nothing at all.
It's not only my death I have to face, but humanity's untimely demise, and I can't even begin to process it.
Maybe if I had more time to comprehend the magnitude of this mess... But we only have 9 more minutes to go.
Screams fill the streets. My phone rings, but I don't answer it.
200 more seconds to go. The power in my apartment goes out.
Should I be scared? I just feel numb.