"This one is a long one. Sure you want to stay and hear it?"

He could not make out the man's features, as his face was hidden by a cloak, protected against the dancing flames of the fire in front of them.

Thinking. Weighing up the situation. Decided to stay.

"I'll listen." He settled in, but his hand never strayed far away from his weapon – not afraid of the stranger, but afraid of any possible ambushes. Anything was possible.

"Started a while ago, back when there was a civilised society, peaceful people." The cloaked man shifted his clothes, drawing slightly closer to the fire.

"I know," his counterpart replied. "I was there."

###

"Another long day, another end!" A spiky, red-haired man cheered as he bounded up to the couple holding hands.

The green-haired girl rolled her eyes. "Tyrell, calm down. It's just the end of another university day, not semester exams."

"Aww, come on! Time to go back home, fire up the computer, and relax the day away! Aren't you excited, Matthew?" Tyrell turned to address the blonde-haired boy who was holding Karis's hand.

He shrugged. He wasn't going to tell Tyrell that he planned to head home and study.

Tyrell shaked his head. "You two are a fun-killing couple."

Two blue-haired individuals noticed the trio and joined the group.

"Tyrell, loud as ever," Rief tutted, as he and his sister, Nowell, joined the group.

Tyrell grabbed the demure boy playfully around the shoulder. "Come on, Rief! There's six hours left in the day! Think about all the things there are to do!"

"There isn't much when you think about it Tyrell," Karis countered.

"Sure there isn't. I'm pretty sure you and Matthew are going to head home, get some action, so your day is complete," Tyrell retorted.

Karis blushed furiously. "W-w-what are you saying! We would never do something like that!"

Matthew just sighed, rolling his eyes slightly.

As he was rolling his eyes, he noticed something blazing out of the corner of his eye. Swivelling his head, focusing on the objects falling, his eyes widened as he realised they were large objects, some scattering over the horizon, but others approaching his location.

"RUN!" He screamed and turned towards his friends, who were shocked.

"What's gotten into you Matthew?" Karis asked.

"Look into the sky, no time to explain," Matthew mumbled, dragging Karis down the walkway.

They looked up, and saw the objects. Their eyes also widened, and they started running.

But it was futile. Apocalypse was already upon them; shattering everyone's lives as it landed, creating a shockwave and force so powerful that anyone standing close to the point of impact was instantly incinerated. Anyone else was blasted away by the sheer kinetic force.

###

"Were you close to the meteor?" The listener asked.

"Do you think I would be here if I was near it?" The cloaked man sarcastically asked.

###

Pain was the first thing he could recall. It was bad, but as he thought about it, it wasn't something signalling that he had imminent life-threatening injuries.

He opened his eyes, shaking his head to try and clear the scene of destruction in front of him. Rubble strewn about, bodies lying everywhere, with their last moments of horror etched onto their frozen faces.

He scrambled up, thanking silently that none of his bones were fractured (amazingly, he thought).

He looked around, trying to find anyone living. Tyrell. Nowell. Rief. Karis.

Karis.

There was no-one he recognised, dead or alive.

"Hey! You there!" A man called from the dusty distance, startling Matthew, who turned around.

"Come on! We have to get out of here!" A burly, tall, red-haired man ran closer, who was in uniform.

"But…" Matthew could only feebly gesture at the bodies.

The burly man shook his head. "There's nothing we can do for the majority of them. My last orders were to find any survivors, and make sure they survive."

Matthew's head sunk for a moment, but then he looked at the man. "Alright. Lead the way."

The burly man nodded. "Let's go."

###

Matthew couldn't remember the next few hours. They were spent running away on foot, then scrambled into a vehicle, then passing through dusty clouds, occasionally running over a dead body (or not dead person, he thought chillingly).

"Slow down Alex! You're going to get us killed!" The burly man yelled at the other officer who was driving the vehicle erratically.

"We're already dead men walking Eoleo, who cares!" Alex screamed back. His eyes were dilated, his body trembling as the vehicle proceeded onwards at dangerous speed.

Eoleo pulled on the handbrake, sending the car into a slide before coming into a stop.

"Alex, we are NOT going to die, and we're not dead," Eoleo emphasised.

"Hahaha… HAHAHAHA!" Alex laughed maniacally. "Things coming out of the sky, bodies lying everywhere, and you can claim that we're not in Hell now?"

"We have our orders." Eoleo stated firmly. He grabbed Alex by the shoulder. "We're going to make it out alive."

Alex shrugged Eoleo's hand off. "We're not. I refuse to stay in a hell like this."

Alex pushed Eoleo hard, as Alex pulled his own sidearm out of the holster and pointed it at Eoleo.

"Don't worry, I'll save you and the boy. I'll save you BOTH!" He screamed.

"PUT DOWN THE GUN, ALEX!" Eoleo roared, as he tried recovering and reached for his sidearm. But it wasn't there.

"Don't worry, you won't feel a thing, you won't feel a thing, you won't feel a thing," Alex raved. "I'll save you both, don't you worry!"

A loud explosion happened within the confinement of the car.

Eoleo stared in amazement. Alex was slumped over the wheel of the car, a neat hole in his head.

Matthew was holding Eoleo's gun.

"I had to. Otherwise he was going to kill us both," he plainly stated. Matthew handed the gun back to Eoleo.

Eoleo shook his head. "I'm sorry you were even in this situation. You're one tough cookie, I'll give you that."

Matthew shrugged. "I'm not tough… but what's the point of crying and screaming? It's not going to achieve anything."

Eoleo grabbed Alex's handgun, and handed it to Matthew. "We better move by foot. I'd rather not… drive the car."

Matthew took the gun, and nodded at Eoleo. "You're right."

### End Chapter One: Endgame

A/N: Feels like forever since I've posted on here. Probably has been forever.

This isn't a story that is being made up on the go. I've got the idea already in my head; all that needs to be done now is flesh out the details. It's a good story in my opinion, but there's not going to be as much romance as I'm probably known for.

However, I will be updating my drabbles soon (hint: within the next week) so go check it out there when it's up.

I'm sorry if I haven't updated much, but I've just been gaming away (Dota 2 and CoD4, why oh why), so I recently decided to uninstall my games. ALL OF MY GAMES. MAY NYX BESTOW ME WITH HER GRACE. To focus on my studies.

I'm writing fiction again to help shape up my creativity and productivity – so stay tuned for more chapters.

Interesting note: apocalypse doesn't really mean "end of the world"… it actually just means an uncovering of a hidden truth!