The End Is Here

[ARaynes]

The world was silent for the moment. The shock of the broadcast still heavy on their minds. Woman clung to their children and men to their wives. The reality of this was not yet sinking in. People weren't having mass histeria. The world was not trashed as hoodlums roamed and comitted violent acts.

The president had said it.


Tonight at seven oclock, Nasa informed me of a disaster waiting to occur. In approxamately fourty seven hours Earth will be hit by a string of asteroids. This will cause mass distruction to the world as we know it.

I will not go into detail about what shall happen, but I will say this. It has been an honor and privledge to serve this great country. I recline now, to spend time with my family in my final hours. I suggest you do that very same thing.

What would the world do now? Only a few hours and the world would be nothing at all. Fourty seven hours and counting............

 

[BadForm]

Lana Donovan

Lana looked up from her twelfth pint at the tv over the bar. The world was gently spinning on the alcoholic haze, but that was how she liked it. It didn't hurt as much as when she was sober. Her muddy thoughts flowed and sloshed as the President made his speech.

"Itsh not Star-hic-Sashtaday Night ishit?" She asked nobody in particular.

It had to be a joke. Odd thing was, even drunk it didn't seem that funny. And what was that bullshit about reclining with your family. She didn't have a family. Not any more. Not since the auto accident four months ago. Someone obviously had a very sick sense of humor.

OOC: Acceptable AR? Not sure where you are going with this, so just threw in the first person to come to mind.

 

[ARaynes]

Molly

Molly sat stunned. Her heart didn't feel as heavy as it had just minutes before the president played on the TV. The world was going to end. And it was to end soon.

Fourty seven hours was not very long. What would she do? She no longer had to worry about dying. She could do anything. Jump from the Empire. Anything!

She could commit huge crimes and never have to worry about going to jail. They would be all dead soon.

She looked at the form sleeping next to her. How could she have slept through something such as this? She never knew how to be a good woman. She would sleep through the second coming of Christ.

Standing Molly grabbed her backpack and left the apartment. It was time for her to set out to do anything and everything she could fit into this next fourtyseven hours. ANYTHING!

 

[BadForm]

Lana Donovan

The tv station didn't flick off, but cut back to the studio. The announcer stated he and a few of the crew would keep the station on the air. If they were all going to die then there were some of them who wanted nothing more than to keep broadcasting to whoever wanted to listen. Their families would be coming into the studio and they'd take calls, play music or anything the people wanted. Lana shook her head. This wasn't funny, it was sick.

She looked around the bar room and saw almost everyone was silent, staring at the tv in shock. Joe, the bar keep, had stopped polishing a glass and stood there with water dripping down his arm. Lana relied on the one thing she knew better than anything else.

"Hey, Joe! C'n I have 'nothhher pint!"

He looked at her with a tear in his eye and smiled. "Sure, sweetie."

He pulled the pint and placed it in front of her, but pushed her hand back when she tried to pay. "Your money's no good here anymore, Lana. Nobody's is. Might as well just drink the pub dry for free. Least I feel like I can do something then before it's all over."

She gave him a quizzical look and tried to laugh. "Jhoe...<hic>... c'mon, shtop play'n shilly buggers! This shhhit ain't funny!"

He shook his head. "No, sweetie. It's not. I'm afraid this shit is real."

He leaned over the bar and gave her a kiss on the lips. "I've been wanting to do that since before your husband died," he said. "Figure I better do it now while I have the chance."

She barely even noticed the kiss. His words were trying to break through the mists of alcohol.

"R-real?" She said. "No...It's real?"

She'd never known just how sobering shock and terror could be.