I heard the screams of people before I could completely peel my eyelids open. The heat from the fires raging around me, the bite of broken glass digging into my body. When I finally do manage to open them I wish I would’ve stayed in the peace of unconsciousness. There was buildings lying in rubbles heaps, and the wounded and dead were scattered amongst the wreckage. The sky was a hazy red, like all the blood spilt had seeped into the clouds and poisoned it. I push myself to my feet to try and get my bearings but immediately fall due to the pain shooting through my left leg. I look down and notice a large glass shard had pierced my thigh and was leaking blood faster than I cared to admit. I flipped onto my back and tried to get comfortable. Those men in tin hats and cardboards signs were right, the end really was near; and it hit humanity harder than any of us expected.