It was December 21, 2012. I was with the rest of the town hiding in a massive bomb shelter underground. See, lots of people think the world is gonna end today. My thoughts are mixed. "Fireballs are gonna rain from the sky, giant megatsunamis are gonna flatten cities, massive earthquakes will send cars flying. WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!", say some people. Well I -. What was that? Oh no. Aah! Hold me, Mommy!....
Huh? Say what's going on? It's the middle of the night and I'm in my bed. Is this heaven? If so, God did a good job of copying my bedroom. Mom came in. I asked her if we were dead. She said the world did not end, and that I fainted when they heard a weird sound - which was just a squirrel passing by overhead. I breathed a sigh of relief. The world had NOT ended, and it would not for a long time.
The next morning, everyone was happy that we had not died. I think the whole thing brought a whole bunch of people together. Everybody was burning all their doomsday-preparation stuff 'cause they didn't need it. So basically if the end of the world came tomorrow, no one would be prepared. Hee hee... like THAT would ever happen.
It was the middle of the night and it started raining hard. Everyone went outside to see what all the ruckus was about. It - OH MY GOSH! A MEGATSUNAMI! DAAAAAAAHH! It's here! The end of the world! And we're all totally unprepared! WE'RE GONNA DIE! RUN! SLOOSH! GAAAH! HELP, I'M DROWNING! OH THE HUMANITY! GULP! GAAK! MOM! MOM DON'T GO! NO SHE'S DROWNING! SOMEONE HELP! MY MOM'S GONNA DIE! GAAAAH! DAAAH! (is impaled by rushing wave) GUUUULP! HELP ME! HELPPPPP ME! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULP! (is knocked out)
Ugh... wha-where am I? I... I think I'm in another city. I was in Elmont before and now I'm in... New York City! Cool! I've always wanted to go to -. RUMBLE! What was that?! Dah! The ground's splitting in two! AAAH! EVERYTHING'S FALLING! AND CRASHING! AAAGGH! A BUILDING JUST CRASHED INTO ANOTHER AND BURST INTO FLAMES! AAAH! HARD ROCK IS FLYING THROUGH THE AIR! IT CRASHED INTO GLASS AND MADE IT BREAK! DWAHH! THE GROUND IS SEPARATING INTO DIFFERENT CRACKS! I'M GONNA FALL IN! WHOAAA! FIRE IS SPROUTING OUT OF THE CRACKS! AAAH, I'M ON FIRE! HELPPPP! HHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLPPPPPPPP!!!!!!! I'M BURNING! BURNING! I'M DYING! DYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ugh... where am I? I'm in... outer space? Look I can see Earth/ Its being burnt by fireballs! From the sun! And.... BOOOOOOOOM! Gasp! The planet blew up. There must have been billions of people on that planet now reduced to piles of ashes. But how did I make it out here? Who saved me?
And so thus, this random kid escaped certain death from the end of the world! But lost his/herself in the empty, soul-sucking darkness of space! Ironic, ain't it?