A nameless man crosses a nameless street, one among countless.
The sky shatters above, bright beyond comprehension.
Fire and brimstone rain on a dying Earth.
God himself bellows judgement, and the man realizes that Eliot was wrong. It was a bang, after all.
Oblivion embraces him, and the world ends.
Phillip Owens is a rookie EMT, eventual nurse, and aspiring writer.
An alternative history told through snippets is an interesting idea. I feel it should be part of a longer story unless it was meant to mirror the flashes of light that spelt the end.