“When I was ten, the world ended.
They called it God’s Fist, a meteor the likes of which hadn’t been seen since the dinosaurs. Life was left in ruin; our world was leveled and we were left to pick up the pieces. Just like that, the world ended.
But humans aren’t dinosaurs: we survived, we adapted. It’s what we do.
When I was ten, the world ended. By the time I was sixteen, it was already beginning again.”