--SKIP ME--

On a busy street hundreds of people are hurrying to get across the street to buy presents or give something to the significant ones in their lives.They wryly look for gifts that won't piss their partners off and possibly get in the their pants.

Today the city was packed,lights shined above them red, white and green.An Christmas tree was on every building tall sky scrapers or not.The sun glaring down on to the television that was showing the news on the war that might happen,but the people didn't care it didn't effect them yet so the city still radiated joy and prosperity to all who lady luck took a liken to.

'Loud.'

A women no older then thirty was standing peering down above the little ants from in a cozy little penthouse. The news is playing in the back ground hearing her thoughts 'I don't think I will ever find the news helpful, they really dumb down what's happening we are on the threat of being bombed and nuked.Still all they are talking about is the christmas and the holidays its all sunshine and rainbows until there's actual death in clear to see.It happens everyday yet here we are not trying to solve the problem without some greedy fuck being there to take advantage.So stupid and such loud voice spewing gibberish alway trying to keep their power, never stoped to actually critically think of an solution without someone stupid messing it up'

Sighing she walked over and pressed the off button on the tv. Now only the echo of the second hand ticking through the watch on her wrist was bouncing through out the penthouse.

Tick- tick- tick- tick- tick- The noise of the second hand was loud in her ears as if it was counting down for something to happen.With one last look down at the news on the building in front of her and the ants scurrying to do there jobs. '50 seconds' she sighs turning on her specialty made golden high heals walking out the door of her penthouses.

The sound of her heals hitting the granite floor bounces off the cream white walls as she calmly strolls up the stairs connected to the roof.

Stepping onto the roof her dress gets picked up by the wind showing her pantyhose underneath and black see through leggings under her white dress with flowers lining the bottom of the skirt. She walks to the center of the roof and kneels down to look up at the sun with an empty gaze like she has excepted her fate, she does not try to run.

Tick-Tick- '15 seconds'

An detrimental sound of wind being sliced though was apparent for all who hushed up and listen closely.

The women on the roof looked to where that sound originated and counted in her head with the second on her watch which was quite loud on the quiet roof.

Tick- '10.' Tick- '9.' Tick- '8.' Tick- '7.' Tick- '6.'

Time seemed to slow down as they notice the nuke coming straight towards them. Bellow as if sensing the danger everything just stopped, they quieted down shivering putting their melodramatic life aside they all nervously raised there head to the noise while some turned to the tv's on the street that has been hacked and broad-casting to the world of where they are and a small, but deadly dot dropping above them.

A plane filmed the scene while fleeing the danger zone of a nuke they have just dropped 1 minute ago.

Going back to the women on the roof, she started counting out loud as her feelings of dread and fear and a little bit of pride couldn't be contained to just her head.Even so she kneels on the roof content of where she would die, but not how she would die.

She continued shouting her last words as tears runned down her chin onto her wrist watch down the curves onto her balled up fist as her knees bowering into the concrete back straight, her red eyes staring at her death.The nuke.

"5!!!!"

TICK-!

The noise of the clock getting louder and louder as her heart beats in her ears feeling as if it will never stop,now that she is so close to death she wants to stop it,but she wills her resolve that she is going to die HERE, RIGHT HERE in 4 seconds.

"4!!!"

TICK-!!!

'N-NO! NO! NO! NO!NO! I DONT WANT TO DIE! I DONT WANT TO DIE! I CANT DIE!' She thinks her face doesn't change but her hand squeeze harder as blood leaks out through her fingers. She doesn't get up as if paralyzed she couldn't pride herself to get off her knees and run.

"3!!"

TICK-!!!!

Watching as the bomb is right above the city she still counts, loud screams permutate the air but she as if she's gone deaf doesn't acknowledge it. Her voice starts to crackle choking on the language she's known since birth.

'AT LEAST I GET TO CHOOSE WHERE I DIE, THATS A GOOD DEAL"

",...RIGHT? RIGHT!?" She screams in her head.

"2!!"

TICK-!!!!!!

'KARLA! CALM--. down. ~inhale~' Taking in a big breath through her nose\mouth she follows the nuke that is now taken over by gravity, about to hit and explode,K-KILLING ME.

Its going to hit

Ting~!

'It hit' she thought as she knew her life was over.

Bam! Woosh!

Then there was no sound only air being taken by the mushroom cloud and released back only to evaporate the area.

Tick!!!!!!

"1.~"

As she breathely whispers the last number she exhales lossening her now blood coated hand, a bright lights covered the city, the lights on the Christmas trees paling in comparison to this bright flash of white light as everything in the area turns to dust soon after it died down.

All sentient beings had no time to comprehend there death until they felt the pain that was also just a flash.

Karla 'died' with a peaceful face.