บท 47: Chapter 47
Earth was the next target. No one knew it, but the signs were there. A sickening calm had set over everything. It wasn't a storm, or an alien invasion, or some disease—no, this was something worse. Something inevitable.
Oliver had felt it first, the stillness that settled over the sky. His friends had laughed it off. They joked about the end of the world like it was a punchline. A bad joke. Everyone laughed. Too much. But not him. He stood at the edge of his balcony, staring at the blackening sky. Something was wrong. The stars were dimming. The moon looked sick, swollen, like it didn't belong in the sky anymore.
He didn't sleep that night. Every creak in the apartment building made his skin crawl. Every thud of a passing car sounded like a death knell. He could feel it, in his bones, the way you feel a crack in the ground before the earthquake hits.
By morning, it was on the news. "A cosmic anomaly is on a collision course with Earth," the reporter had said, face pale, voice hollow. The words didn't sound real. The footage that played on the screen showed a dark mass growing in the distance. It was like the sky had opened up to let something through. A thing so large, so terrible, it made everything around it seem insignificant.
Oliver didn't wait for the end. People were already fleeing in droves, running for the coastlines, praying for a miracle that wouldn't come. But he didn't go. He couldn't move. He sat by the window, eyes glued to the horizon, as if watching it would somehow stop the inevitable. He wanted to run, but he was frozen.
The thing in the sky... it was coming. People started to scream. The first one to scream was the woman in the apartment across from his, banging on the walls, calling for help. The thing was devouring the stars, the planets. It was too big. Too massive to comprehend.
Oliver opened the window, letting in the chill. He watched as the air started to distort around the thing in the sky. The whole world felt smaller, like the planet was bending under its pull. People screamed in the distance. His neighbors—those who had been laughing hours ago—were now silent. The silence crushed him more than any scream could.
It was close now. So close. The ground beneath him trembled as it arrived, something that made even the mountains look fragile. The whole city fell to its knees as the mass in the sky took its place. It devoured everything. Buildings. Cars. People. The streets cracked open, torn apart, sucked into its immense void. No one had a chance.
Oliver's last moments were spent watching. He didn't run, didn't scream. He stood by the window, face pale, mouth dry. His hands pressed against the glass, as if that could stop the destruction. The thing was so close now. He could feel it inside him. In his chest. A hunger that tore at his bones.
It was hungry. And it was here for Earth.
Oliver felt his heart slow. He knew what was coming, but he never thought it would happen this way. He'd watched everything disappear, everything he'd ever known, and he realized that it didn't matter. The universe didn't care. He never stood a chance. No one did.
His last breath was quiet. The thing didn't even need to take him. It didn't matter. It was already done.
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