The mob had been reduced to a scattered corpse here and there. Slowly dying flames could be seen inside the remainder of the fence around the Def Con complex. Jeremy coughed and spat blood onto the grass beside him. He looked up at the full moon, and a visible shadow stretched across it, dampening its glow. Jeremy wasn’t a physicist, but he knew something wasn’t right about it. His mind groped for an explanation of the strange shadow until he remembered an old episode of the Outer Limits he’d seen and recalled Sheena’s warnings about the fragments of the wave. He knew one of them must have made contact with the sun, causing it to go nova millions, if not billions, of years early. The side of the earth facing the sun was probably an inferno of death, and even as he sat there watching the moon, a tide of fire crept its way towards him as the earth turned. He had only hours left to live, but he knew his death would be quick and he took comfort in that fact. He removed a bottle of water from his pack and twisted off its lid.
