December 16, 2012
Ed spent all night on it. Gathering a lifetime supply of food, water, and gravy isn't easy you know. Then he packed it into his bathroom, this would be his bunker when the world ended. He had his life planned out for when the world ended: he would move his TV into the bunker and watch monster-movies on Sundays, and every-other day he would spend playing card games with his friends.
Something kept Double d up. It wasn't his bed; he'd just washed the sheets. It wasn't school; he loved it! But what was it, then? The end of the world, perhaps? That same voice asked. That's silly stuff! Double d shot back, turning over once more, trying to get comfortable and eventually sleep silenced the mysterious voice.
The next morning the three went to school for the last time before Christmas break. Everyone who doubted the apocalypse thought about the holidays. Soon gingerbread men would be baked and carols would be sung. But those who believed could only think about death and destruction.
And that's when Johnny got the idea . . .