Six months ago it was announced that a meteor would hit the earth and end all life . However it missed the earth after humanity had prepared for the end .

The rosemary beads dropped to the ground. `` I guess I can give that up now.'' 
 She had n't believed before and was n't going to now. She assumes she just got caught up in it all; six months of hell can have even the most hardened cynics willing to try for heaven. 
 
 Her sun dress rippled in the desert breeze. And even she had to admit the meteorite was encompassing, as it raced by the earth some minutes ago. Not close enough to be drawn in by the orbit, but close enough to see.The scientists, were soon to be the epicenter of criticisms flung far and wide, their news did throw the world into disarray after all. `` At least it was a reasonable fuck up, at least we saw the meteor, the harbinger of doom.'' She said. `` That'll shut them up...'' she mumbled. 
 
 `` Now for the real show'' 
 
 She sat down in the grass. She pulled out a sandwich from her make shift bag. 
 Stolen food always tastes better. 
 In the distance engines roared, and the sky lit up a bit more. The flames slowly grew in magnitude, humans trying to outshine nature, again. The sunset grew pale. 
 
 The makeshift rocket sputtered into the sky, it did n't look promising from her perch. Good. The apes flew, hundreds of them in a cobbled together machine, held together with faith and bubblegum. It soared in to the sky, the noise was defining as the machinery whirred and clicked. Oh boy. 
 
 In an attempt to escape fate the rocket had been built, it was a collectivized project, Marx would have been proud. The whole scene was reminiscent of Kitty Hawk. It was a project funded by the influential and most cunning liars, money meant nothing now. She was ruled lucky, said to count her blessings, all because her fathers manipulative skills finally mattered. She has a place aboard the ship, pretty nice seat actually. She would rather face the meteor than that shitshow. 
 
 As the salvaged metal plummets towards the earth, she enjoyed her sandwich. To bad all the ham was in the deep freeze. Her eyes grew as the rocket streaked with the gravity it was trying to escape. Panem et circenses. The ground was going to wear that scorch mark for decades, more noble then the scars it had seen in recent months. At least it made up for missing the Forth of July, it was admittedly spectacular. She finished her sandwich and stood up. 
 She was wearing a smirk.
