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The meteor hit.

Suzanne was thrown from her chair, the quiet din of the TV overshadowed by the explosion of sound as the meteor impacted. The window beside her exploded inwards in a shower of glass and SOMETHING grey that suddenly flew inwards.
She laid quietly on the ground, listening to the sudden silence. It was eerie.. no car alarms, no dogs barking, nothing. It was.. uncanny. Soon enough, though, the usual sounds of the city began again... the neighbors dog, realizing he, in fact, did have a voice began to howl. She opened her eyes, realizing only then that they'd been squeezed tightly shut and realized that.. she didn't actually see anything.
Panic welled within her. Had the glass actually hit her? Was she blind? Was she doomed to spend an eternity with a cane and one of those seeing eye dogs? Coming to her senses, she realized that it was only the power. She rose gingerly to her feet, doing a quick body check.. bruised and aching she rose and fumbled in the dark for a flashlight.
She found the flashlight and turned it on herself. She was bleeding from a slight cut on her right arm and her left arm was black and blue, but she looked OK. The floor was a mess, though, with glass shards all over. She gingerly walked over to the door, opening it sightly. The smell that greeted her was truly disgusting. It was burnt rubber, charred drywall and worse. Much much worse.
She opened the door and looked out. Smoke billowed from a few blocks away. Had it been that close? Like a zombie, she found herself moving towards the smoke, needing.. truly NEEDING to see what had happened. As she walked, she saw the wreckage, houses blown over, cars smashed in.. and there, in the middle of it all, where 5th Avenue and Amherst Street met, was.. a large smoking pond. In truth, as she got closer, she realized the smoke was coming from the adjacent buildings.. or what was left of them.
The closer she got, the busier the street got. Over there, a squadron of firefighters was desperately combating the fire in the nearby hardware store. Over there, a couple of policemen were helping a group of other people sift through the wreckage, looking for survivors. Should she help? Should she watch?
Before she answered her question, the hardware store exploded into a huge fireball, flames reaching higher than she'd ever seen, almost as if they were reaching towards the heavens.
She passed out, that last image ingrained in her mind.

She awoke later, in a cool, damp place, in a great deal of pain. She'd started to move when a deep masculine voice, from right nearby shushed her and told her to stay still.
"This one's awake, doctor" said the voice.
An older gentlemen's face appeared right above hers. The doctor began gently examing her left arm
"Well young lady" the doctor said, while setting a salve on her burnt arm "You may be lucky indeed. You've just survived Armageddon."
Outside, and farther up.. much farther up.. another meteor hit, rocking the examining table slightly.

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