Andre stared at the sky, watching as the moon made its way towards Earth, the once beautiful pearl in the sky now cracked and falling apart. 'At least it's a pretty view.' Andre thought.

'If only someone else were watching it with me...'

He hadn't seen a single person in three years, no matter how far he had traveled, how many messages he left behind him, how many hints he had made- he hadn't seen a single soul or piece of evidence that anyone was left aside from him. 

He could've kept going, kept searching for someone else to survive with. But he didn't, giving up only two months ago and just decided to assume he was the last man left alive.

Andre thought back, back to the beginning of this whole shitshow, back when he was barely into his twenties.

It had been eight years since everyone received the news about how a meteor had crashed into the Moon and caused it to start falling towards Earth due to how fucked up its orbit was. Well, it wasn't so much as "Received the news" and more so "Witness and experience meteors crashing and burning your home as a result of the Moon getting bitch slapped by something nearly half its size."

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Andre grimly remembered the screaming when the initial shower hit, killing about half of the population and crippling society as a whole to an unrepairable level. The riots and looting for years afterwards was somehow even worse, barely excluding mortality rate. The fires, murder, destruction, general anarchy, everything felt like it was trying to get him.

But somehow, he had survived. He had survived the gangs of raiders, killing, pillaging, and fucking anything they could get their hands on. He had survived the wildlife, merciless, primal, and uncaring as they tried to survive to the best of their abilities. He had survived the disasters that had tried to wipe away anything and everything in their path ranging from super tornadoes, earthquakes, and hurricanes, to state ending floods, wild fires, and droughts so bad that it made breathing damn near impossible.

He had survived all of this only to be ended by some big fucking rock in the sky.

And you know what?

He wouldn't have had it any other way.

He sat in his rocking chair, slowly teetering back and forth, enjoying the magnificent view of the Appalachian mountains getting crushed by the mighty hammer that was his Moon and accepted his fate as the shockwave disintegrated everything in its path, reducing everything in and out of sight into rubble in mere seconds,

And became confused when he saw the sun, right in front of his face.