Anthology of the End
It wasn't long before the end now.
Gareth looked out of his kitchen window while he sipped tepid tea from the mug in his trembling hand. The warning had come across the emergency network twenty minutes ago while he had been reading the morning paper and getting ready for work, that all seemed to be inconsequential now. Incoming, the message had read, it seems the folks in charge had been unable to solve things diplomatically. Taking another sip from his rapidly cooling brew his mind wandered to the unfinished work file on his desk, what a silly little thing to be worried about now of all times he thought. He absently contemplated calling his boss and telling him that he would unfortunately be unable to get the report to his desk by 5pm, the absurdity of the idea made him audibly laugh. The sound died in his throat as the world was suddenly lit by a second sun on the horizon, typical he thought glancing down at his half full mug, couldn't even finish a good breakfast anymore. It was the last thought Gareth ever had as a mere second later the shockwave of the nuclear bomb seared all traces of him from the face of the planet.
