"The world is ending... the apocalypse has come... But so what? Now that the world is ending, there's no need to work that stupid job. Might as well sleep until everything is over or die trying!" Whether it was due to despair or just indignation at reaching the end, that was what she really felt. That was the end and also the beginning, the beginning of her after-life.

I would appreciate any feedback for this story. I tend to second-guess myself while writing and have a hard time telling if my humor is breaking the immersion into the story or if it's just bad overall. I also tend to worry over small details so really anything that seems out of place, I'd be glad for comments on it.