[ WP ] Earth is about to end . People are evacuating via spaceships . There is only room for one more person in the last escape pod . A father says his last words to his daughter and places her on the ship .

`` Hurry! Let's get the fuck outta here!'' 
 
 Someone in the front was shouting as the ship shook violently once more. I looked towards the hatch to see what was keeping us grounded. A man was at the hatch with his daughter in his arms and a young soldier was keeping them from entering. She was crying. The man was yelling. But both of their voices were being drowned out by the cacophonous noises outside: the whipping of rushing wind as it passed the ship's opening, the faint sound of gunfire in the distance, the rumbling of nearby ships taking off. The man was growing desparate as he kept yelling, but the soldier continued to bar his entrance. 
 
 He kept pointing into the ship, at the space in the front, and kept looking at everyone near the hatch. It was true that we could have squeezed him in, it would not even have been difficult. We'd all heard the stories, though. Some of them may have even seen it. Ships that were unable to break the earth's atmosphere because people packed onto them like sardines. It was impossible to know what the tipping point was, just that it was always a possibility. For that reason everyone near the hatch kept restlessly pushing and shoving as though there was no more room on the ship. The shouting from the front grew louder and less cohesive and the man at the hatch grew more restless. 
 
 BANG 
 
 Despite all the noise from the outside, the sound of the shot rang through the ship as though he had shot next to everyone's ears. Everyone inside of the ship fell quiet instantly. The soldier had fired a round over the man's shoulder and placed the muzzle against his head. The man stared into the soldiers eyes, then looked down at his daughter who continued to cry. He kissed his daughter on the forehead and looked up again at the man. He whispered to the soldier and held out his daughter. The soldier stood, never lowering his gun, and slowly took the girl from his arms. The man slowly stepped back as the soldier holstered his gun and turned around to close the hatch. His hand was shaking as he reached for the lever. The man stared from the bridge. His face was stoic. The soldier finally pulled the lever and the hatch slammed close, shutting out all noise from the outside. 
 
 The soldier's hands were trembling and his facade fell away as tears began to pour from the corners of his eyes. Getting a good look at his face, for the first time, he could n't have been older than 18. His legs gave away and he fell, clutching the girl in his arms that continued to cry. Their sobs were the only sounds echoing through the ship as it began the pre-takeoff procedures. Everyone was quietly avoiding each other's stares. It was n't the soldier's fault. It was nobody's fault. The ship was already over capacity. The man was just unfortunate. Everything around us began to rumble as the ship began to take off. The girl asked the soldier something that I did n't catch, and he just held her closer. I strained my ears to hear over the rumbling. 
 
 ``... where is he? Where's dad?'' 
 
 My heart dropped. As the rumbling grew louder I could barely hear the little girl's voice. 
 
 `` Brother where did dad go?''
