“This can’t be happening….” He spoke aloud, as if telling the world its mistake could somehow make it right itself.
The world was gone. Destroyed entirely in atomic fire. Mankind had reached the end of its existence, and had sought to destroy itself in a flare and not a whimper. This had caused the launch of missiles, both ballistic and atomic, across every settlement mankind called its own.
The world had burned quickly after the first few fell. Now all that was left were the screams of those not fortunate enough to vanish with the first impacts, and the remains of what had once been a mighty species.
As the only unharmed Human left in North America screamed at the Heaven’s for justice and broke down, the fires blended around him, and began to erode the Earth itself. In the very last moment before the fires reached him though, the Man vanished, seemingly in a beam of light.
What waited on the other side of this light was not death for the man however. In a few words, the Man was able to call this new place ‘Heaven’.