The world broke.

And with his world he too believed himself dead.

And truly during a momment he felt himself dead but in the next he woke.

And what greeted him was the place that he dreamt often in his sleep.

He was home, and he was in the time before the cataclysm. His neighbour was arguing with his wife. His dog was no where to be seen but surely was fucking some poor bastard pet.

Well, and he was fucking taking a shower.

Remembering all times that he killed for a fucking slurp of water he quickly got out.

Why was the day so sunny? Ha! The last day before the cataclysm was such a beautiful day. Fuck, even a fucking volcanic eruption in the middle of the city would be beautiful compared with the cataclysm.

Tomorrow people will DIE and he doesn't give a fuck.