The air in the old-fashioned bar is thick with the scent of spilled alcoholic bevearges from past evenings, and the dimly lit atmosphere casts a soft, almost melancholy glow, casting shadows around the room. A vintage jukebox hums with a familiar tune, blending into the background as the bar patrons murmur amongst eachother.

The bar was filled with rowdy men and a few women. All either silently praying and awaiting their death, or trying to numb down the impending doom with more alcohol.

Few turned their heads to the only source of light illuminating the bar: a large window, allowing the chaos outside to be seen, albeit dim, in a distorted way. Sirens flashed outside. It was the end, eventually.