The End
Every 65 Million Years... Apparently
The ejecta rose quickly, chasing the station like a cat on a mouse. The minutes passed slowly as the crew watched the firestorm rage across Earth’s surface. They had front row seats to the end of the world. The final command came as the fiery maelstrom swept the last of the unscorched earth into its flaming maw. The onboard computer indicated the convergence point to be Washington D.C.
Four astronauts, the last of humanity, being run down by smoldering remnants of their home, gathered at the control panel.
The command was given, and the maneuvering thrusters drove them home.
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Anthony Stauffer
Husband, Father, Technician, US Navy Veteran, Aspiring Writer
After 3 Decades of Writing, It's All Starting to Come Together
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Comments (2)
Armageddon Here we come
Good job! Good luck in the Challenge!