Click.

His eyes opened. He could taste the metal of the gun, but he was not dead. He took the gun out of his mouth and stared at it. Apparently that bullet was a dud. For a full hour, Jason sat on the couch, gun in hand and stared.

He was alive.

He had never noticed how blue the sky was, how green the grass was, how tall the church was. Rounding the corner, he could see the church a full two blocks off. He felt like he had been given a new lease on life. So what if Claire left him, he would find another. He would move on.

“This just in,” Jason turns his head to the televisions behind the window, “a meteoroid, approximately the size of Spain, is headed directly for earth. Scientists have confirmed that it will strike August 2 at 11:06 A.M. GMT. It was not seen until today due to—” The reporter continued, but Jason kept walking.

The streets were already in chaos as he headed back up the steps towards his flat. He closed the door behind him without turning around. He never opened the door again.