Almond frowned. There didn't seem to be anything else he could do. HIs mom was going to kill him, but that might not have to be a problem since there was a good chance the world would be ending. In some ways it was probably worst than his mom killing him, but at least it didn't feel so personal. There was a plus in everything if you were willing to stoop down to find it, and in the situation he was in, stooping wasn't a problem. His mother hated tattoos and constantly warned him that if she ever caught him with one she'd take it off with a cheese grater and then gut him like a fish, but not the way a professional would do it. Oh no. She's make sure to get the process to take as long as possible. No quick death for him.
That is, if the doomsday sayers, any one of a dozen cults gathered around the perimeter of the military controlled section in the middle of town, knew what they were talking about. Almond doubted it, but one could never say when something that came from a loon's wasn't just crazy talk. Even a broken clock was right twice a day, three times if you counted spring forward and fallback.
The day had started out as regularly as possible and then after a long day of work all the news channels, as well as some of the more kid friendly ones, started showing what was at the center of his town. Apparently space was a physical thing and someone had cut it something deep. So deep in fact you could see clear through to another realm of existence. At least that's what everyone was saying. Nobody could see past the inky blackness, and whenever a robot tried going in the signal disappeared along with the mechanical body.
"Here you go hun." The nice waitress said as she put down an apple fritter and his cup of green tea. "Enjoy. It could vary well be the last sweet you ever eat." With that she gave him a grim smile and headed back to watch the news with the rest of the staff. So Almost frowned and gave the new marks on his arm an angry glare. It didn't disappear or even shrink back in shame. Such was his luck.
He sighed and hung his head in frustration. "The world's going to end and I'm going to spend it without a soul complain with. "
That is, if the doomsday sayers, any one of a dozen cults gathered around the perimeter of the military controlled section in the middle of town, knew what they were talking about. Almond doubted it, but one could never say when something that came from a loon's wasn't just crazy talk. Even a broken clock was right twice a day, three times if you counted spring forward and fallback.
The day had started out as regularly as possible and then after a long day of work all the news channels, as well as some of the more kid friendly ones, started showing what was at the center of his town. Apparently space was a physical thing and someone had cut it something deep. So deep in fact you could see clear through to another realm of existence. At least that's what everyone was saying. Nobody could see past the inky blackness, and whenever a robot tried going in the signal disappeared along with the mechanical body.
"Here you go hun." The nice waitress said as she put down an apple fritter and his cup of green tea. "Enjoy. It could vary well be the last sweet you ever eat." With that she gave him a grim smile and headed back to watch the news with the rest of the staff. So Almost frowned and gave the new marks on his arm an angry glare. It didn't disappear or even shrink back in shame. Such was his luck.
He sighed and hung his head in frustration. "The world's going to end and I'm going to spend it without a soul complain with. "