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Ana Paula Torre A01191922

Sebastian Campos A00618539

The end of the world

December 25, 2013.  It was a common freezing day in New York. My dog food croquettes had been served and I was lonely lying in the sofa watching how the little kids played with their new Christmas gifts. Snow, white snowflakes seemed to endlessly fall from heaven as my owner and his beloved ones gathered around the dinning table and talk about their future plans for New Year’s Eve.  Kevin, the baby boy with new milk teeth, had been crawling around the house carefree while the lightings warned him. Oh little boy, stop teasing the heaven gods or you will get us on serious trouble. Kevin stood there and kept on playing around for a couple of minutes until Aunt Annie came by and took him to bed, it was too late already.

I’ve never seen those bright lights so angry at us. I guess we need to hurry up and leave before it’s too late. Little kids disappear and it’s getting late. I’m here by my own until the end. Grownups keep drinking and chatting about future plans, the clock moves with regular pace but we have just few more minutes before the bright lights strike.  Suddenly the window of the living room opened, a strong gust of wind entered the house, everyone kept drinking and talking as if nothing has had happened. I felt pretty frightened because my instincts were telling me that something wrong was about to happen. I began to bark so loud so that they could hear me, but still they didn´t mind.

Unexpectedly, a tremendous lightning strike the whole city, it was as if a big and massive bomb exploded, the lights came out.

Huh? What is going on? It´s midnight and I am in the middle of Central Park. I can barely see a light right on the other side of the park. What´s happening? Where is everyone else? Is this really happening? I don´t know what´s going on, but I need to find out what just happened. All of a sudden I see a big tall man standing on the side of a tree. I got beside him and I stood there, watching what he was doing, he bent and whistle me, he grabbed me and said, “they are all gone, everyone´s gone, we are all we got.”