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Monday 8:00 AM

You groggily wake up from the sofa like you always do, dreading to have to go to work at your pointless job. You haven't been sleeping well lately, you don't know what the hell the problem is, and all you know is you're going to be tired for work again. As you go through your routine of getting ready, the TV can be heard; as usual you left it on from the night before.

"…And peace talks broke down today, as several ambassadors engaged in a physical fight at the UN…Neo-Communist party gaining favor in Russia… more terrorist bombings in European Union cities…US troops won another victory in the Middle East…mysterious epidemic in China, several million dead…skirmishes on the Indian-Pakistan border…world wide tensions at an all time high…"

Same old doom and gloom on TV; you wonder why you even bother watching the news anymore. Still it does seem like things are getting worse, late at night when you're suffering from your usual insomnia, you've been catching infomercials attempting to sell bomb shelters, like something out of a 1950s propaganda film. It seems silly, but you do wonder if it's only a matter of time before someone presses the button.

Then again you live out in the boonies, you've always thought that if the world ever did blow up; you'd doubt you'd even notice until you drove to work the next day and saw the ruins of the city. Speaking of which you better get going or you'll be late.

You head to work

You turn off the TV and head to work, no point in worrying about things you can't do shit about. You have other real everyday problems to deal with.

You go about your mundane life, doing mundane tasks at your mundane job, talking to your mundane co-workers about mundane things. Not much changes.

One month later...


Monday 8:00 AM

You groggily wake up from the sofa like you always do, dreading to have to go to work at your pointless job. You haven't been sleeping well lately, you don't know what the hell the problem is, and all you know is you're going to be tired for work again. As you go through your routine of getting ready, the TV can be heard; as usual you left it on from the night before.

"…Russian hardliners seized control of the government…Chinese epidemic has worsened; entire country is under quarantine…UK has withdrawn all association from the EU…Senate dissolved in US, martial law enacted…India declared open war on Pakistan…mass starvation in Africa… world wide depression…

Same old doom and gloom on TV, a lot more serious now though. Those "silly" bomb shelter infomercials have increased; you've also been noticing an increase in survival type book titles whenever you browse the book stores now and the Emergency broadcasting system has been doing A LOT of tests lately. Something bad is going to happen and it's going to happen soon.

You go about your life which isn't quite so mundane, world politics is a constant topic at work, and many of your co-workers aren't even coming in to do their job. All the married ones are no doubt spending time with their families, in fact the work place really isn't a work place anymore so much as it is a "socializing site". A lot of them believe the world is coming to an end anyway, so they might as well have a good time. Attempting to go about your normal life isn't an option anymore; neither is buying a bomb shelter at this late stage.

You indulge in the festivities

You've never really been a party person, but if this is it, maybe you can have some fun before the end comes. There's plenty of food and liquids of all kinds at your place of work. The entire office is turned into party central. Nobody bothers going home; it's actually safer to stay inside the office building anyway since the National Guard is attempting to restore what little order there is in the city. Everyone makes sure to stay away from windows.

Even though you attempt to enjoy yourself, you still have a nagging bit of "concern" for what lies ahead in the future and just can't quite loosen up completely; you're about the only one who still bothers to keep up on current events by watching TV and looking at the internet in between non-stop merrymaking. Eventually one of your co-workers Greg walks in on you watching the news by yourself. He's not exactly what you'd consider a friend, but he's an acquaintance you normally talked to when you actually did work.


"Jesus Christ man! There's a non-stop party going on and you're in here wasting time watching TV?" Greg says holding a bottle of beer.
"I just want to see if the situation has improved…"
"Are you kidding me? It ain't improving man! The world's going to hell in a hand basket, and the sooner you accept that fact the better! Why don't you go talk to Marina in accounting, didn't you always have a crush on her or something?"
"Well yeah, but…"
"But? But nothing man! There ain't no time left anymore! Hell I haven't seen you participate in ONE orgy since you've been here!"
"I dunno, seems unsanitary, I don't want to catch something, and I don't want everyone to see me naked."

Greg puts one of his hands on his face and shakes his head in disbelief of your answer. He then throws his beer bottle into the TV screen breaking them both.

"WAKE THE FUCK UP! This is fuckin' it man! There ain't nothing coming after this! We're all gonna die in a fiery nuclear explosion! You think it's really gonna matter if in the off chance that you do catch AIDS or some shit, you'll be alive long enough to die from it? And nobody gives a shit about how small your dick is…"
"HEY! My dick isn't small! Its average length for someone of my height!" you protest.
"Whatever man! Look what I'm trying to say is, everyone is just here to have a good time and grab some pleasure before the nukes start flying, and nobody's even caring about looks right now. Shit, that fat troll Phil must be getting more action now than he ever has in his entire life! You thought Phil was disgusting looking with his clothes on, he ain't any prettier with his clothes off, and yet he has banged Kate no less than ten times since we started this Armageddon party and you know how fucking fine she is!"
"Really? Phil?"
"I'm telling you man, you NEED to go talk to Marina and get you some of that before the bombs start dropping!"

Greg sees that you're still a little apprehensive about the idea.

"Fine then, or don't. It doesn't matter to me man. I'm going back to the party, I'm not gonna stand here wasting my time talking to you when I could be fucking Kate. I just hope I can get to her before Phil this time."

Greg leaves you to ponder the situation.

You party like its 1999 (Even though it really is not 1999)

Greg's right. This IS it! This is no time to be playing it safe! The world is going to end any day and damn it you're going to fucking LIVE life for the first time! You immediately get up and make your way to the main office area; it looks like you're just in time for another orgy. Greg is getting ready to stick it to Kate just like he said…that is until you smash the back of his head in with a stapler until he's bloody and unconscious…or dead. You're not sure and you don't really care anymore.

"You were right…man." You say breathing hard.

Your actions cause people to stop in shock, then you grab Kate who's completely naked and worried about what you're going to do next.

"Come here you little fucking whore, you like being a fucking fuck slut? I'll treat you like one then!" you utter viciously.

You proceed to bend Kate over the copy machine, pull her hair and fuck the hell out of her calling her every derogatory name in the book. The weird thing is she starts to like it. She even starts taunting you back saying you can't fuck worth a shit. This of course only makes you slap her around a bit more. You both are really getting into it.

After watching this spontaneous act of S&M/Rape everyone goes back to doing what they were doing. From then on in, Kate hangs around you a lot more (Much to Phil's dismay) and you forget all about Marina, in fact you don't even see her in the whole time during this Armageddon party. You indulge in carnal delights like you never had before.

Until one day…

Monday 8:00 AM

You groggily wake up from the floor; Kate's lying beside you asleep. There are sleeping naked bodies everywhere. Yesterday's orgy was a dozy, someone broke open a couple bags of coke they'd been saving and everyone had a snort. Can't say you liked it though, your head fucking hurts, you keep hearing a fucking ring…

"…BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…."

Then you realize it's not in your head, it's an actual ring from another TV that was left on. There's a test pattern on it.

This is it.

You put your clothes back on and give Kate a quick kiss, which causes her to smile a little in her sleep. You wonder if you would've actually had a shot with her if things had been normal, oh well you guess you'll never know.

You quietly make your way through the room and head up to the top floor and onto the roof of the building. The city is deadly quiet. You don't hear a sound except the wind gently blowing. In all the revelry you've been indulging in, you forgot how much you liked the solitude and silence.

The loneliness is peaceful.

You look up in the sky, shielding your eyes from the sun shining down.

You see a bright light and then nothing at all.