The End of The World

You wake up to an alarm going off, it's 7am. Time to get up and go to work - again. You sigh, get out of your bed, and brush your teeth. Nothing very eventful happens, you go about your morning routine, and get in your car to drive to work. As you start up the vehicle, you see Lauren Sanderson, the young girl that lives in the unit beside yours, walking to the apartment's gym. Groggily, you pull out of the parking lot of your apartment building and start your commute, but your mind stays on Lauren. She's wearing those tight bright neon blue leggings with the hexagon pattern, and a white spaghetti strap top. She has a pink sportsbra that criss-crosses in the back, burying her tits. She's a short, thin, dirty blonde college kid with a high ponytail. She has her headphones in, and if you remember correctly she's usually there for two hours on Fridays. You know that because you have one of those security cameras that keeps a record of everything that passes your front door.

You're already on the highway before you remember to think about the road. Someone honks at you. You're going 40 in the fast lane, so you merge to the center and do a polite wave. You see the road is oddly empty. You speed up.

Your mind wanders, and you start thinking about work. A fourty minute commute didn't sound that bad when you signed up for the job, and it pays so well that you haven't quit yet. You're not rich, by any means, but you make enough to not worry too much about money. It's a frustrating position. You work payroll in a Human Resources firm, so it's mostly women in your office. You usually just sit at your awkward desk sitting between the offices of your manager -- Cinthia Valdez, and the sales girl Whitney. Whitney is a great saleswoman, and really intelligent in front of the clients, so I really think she's an airhead by choice. She chews gum and always has the nicest fashion and the shortest dresses. Cinthia is the real nightmare honestly. She just breathes villain energy. She's tall with jet black hair, and a stare that will sink anyone into their seat. She's a curvy figure...

You stop thinking about your boss for a second as you realize: you forgot your phone. You've been driving for 20 fucking minutes and you forgot your cell phone. The car is dead silent. You turn on the radio so you'll have something to drown out your frustration, but you've never actually touched the radio in your car, so it's just on whatever channel it can find.

A robotic voice chimes in through the car speakers : "THE MOON'S ORBIT HAS BEEN MISALIGNED BY WHAT SEEMS TO BE AN ALIEN SPACECRAFT. THE MOON WILL COLLAPSE INTO THE EARTH IN EIGHTEEN HOURS. THERE IS NO HOPE OF SURVIVAL." You initially assume this is the middle of some story, and you joined at an unfortunate moment. Then the message repeats. You click the SEEK button on the radio, and it locates another station. A slightly different, but equally damning message comes through the radio speakers.

Every radio station is broadcasting an automated message - the world is going to end at 1am.

Fuck.

You think about what to do. Or who you're going to do. You can finish the drive to work and hope that your coworkers are there, maybe they didn't get the message. You can take next exit and book it to the liquor store where there's bound to be some ransacking and drinking going on. Or you can make it back to your apartment where - if you had to guess - Lauren is completely oblivious to the end of the world.