[ WP ] You just woke up in a video game about the end of the world . And the wise-ass narrator wo n't shut up about it .

The Boy wakes up, head throbbing with pain. He looks at the reddening sky, wondering. His luck's all run out. It's the end of the world. He gets up, legs start working for him without a thought, making for the City, blazing orange with fire. He ca n't stop to wonder why. 
 
 It'll all be over soon, Boy. 
 
 Explosions burst in the distance, jets zoom overhead firing missiles. He do n't see their targets, nor anyone else. He may be one of the last ones left alive, but there ai n't a happy ending at the end of the road. Not that he can see. Not that there is one, if there ever was. He just keeps on walking, wishin' he could stop. 
 
 That a survivor? 
 
 No ma'am, just ash. This poor fella did n't make it. The Boy wo n't either, and there's no way back. He wonders what he did to deserve this. I almost wish I could tell him, not that it would matter. 
 
 It'll all be over soon, Boy, do n't you worry. Do n't you worry. 
 
 And then... there was a bright light.
