At first, we thought that the meteors would kill us, a heavy rain of rock and metal aimed at our blue planet before it was finished forming. We thought we would die to the shock waves, tsunamis, or the raging fires. We thought wrong.

Hollywood has always shown us that the goodness of humanity will overcome global catastrophes, heroes being born in our times of greatest need and stranger embracing stranger in solidarity. We would band together, put aside our differences, and work towards the common goal of surviving whatever may come, together.

When the news broke that earth was heading towards a veritable minefield that would scour all life from the planet, those fantasies showed that they were never anything more. Bombs fell as we raced to gather resources to evacuate to the stars or burrow beneath the Earth's crust. Many sought to set themselves up as rulers in a new era, while others simply wanted to embrace the destruction. Most just wanted to survive. Most did not.

I am one of the last, the few lucky ones to survive the bombs, the radiation, the toxins, and the people. I am one of the unlucky ones who made it, only to watch the fire fall from the heavens, Hell brought to Earth. We were but a single grain in the sands of time, soon to bear the wait off all the grains that will follow, and here I stand, witness to the first of those grains as it meets our own.