[ WP ] In 2050 the Rapture happens and the Apocalypse ravages earth . The colonies on the Moon and Mars are untouched by the events .

It came and went quietly. There was no outrage or panic on the Martian colonies. They did n't much care anyways, seeing as how they felt more isolated from Earth, as compared to those living on the Moon. The gravity changed them, and the Martians felt that left them a different strain of the same species. 
 
 The moon could only watch in silent terror. The monorails flooded Central station, coming from all of the distant corners of the colony, which was spread about much like a spider's web, with Central station being the largest, brightest. Everyone flocking to see the spectacle. 
 
 I was indifferent at first, having thought the same thing as many others - must be some kind of solar storm. We were shielded from the sun at the start, so it was a logical conclusion. But when we were n't, and our systems did n't fail, I became concerned. So I took a spot along a window facing the planet, one of the many sipping my coffee and watching, hoping, and waiting for something reassuring to happen. 
 
 The lights were dimming, slowly fading away. One continent at a time. America was the first to darken. I felt a bit sick. I still had family in the south. 
 
 I left the window after that. I mulled around my quarters for hours, it seemed, looking up to see mere minutes had passed. I called anyone who would pick up on the comm. Most were as speechless and worried as I was, and the calls were short. 
 
 Then came the calls from Mars. About communications relays not working anymore. Nobody could contact Houston. Nobody could contact Tokyo. Moscow had sent the last transmissions, mostly garbled. 
 
 With nothing better to do, I elbowed my way into the crowded common room nearest my quarters. I grabbed a coffee off a tray a server was holding, passing out to the gawkers with the same notion as me. I stood in front of the window, praying to God above that I'd see something to lift our spirits. 
 
 Instead, the last lights blinked out in Australia. The silence was unbearable. I saw tears in the eyes of one girl, who I knew to work in the hydroponics bay, and had a clear Australian accent. 
 
 The intercomm buzzed on. Everyone turned to the feed, where the base commander was sitting behind his desk as usual on the morning announcements. `` The Yellowstone supervolcano has erupted. We can not go home.''
