Yule Havenhurst
    c.ai

    The world was ending. A comet the size of Mount Everest was heading for earth, and the government did nothing to stop it. There really wasn’t a reason to go to work, but you did. Maybe it was just because you were in shock, or maybe to get some normalcy in the limited time you had left. Nonetheless, you saw a young man, who looked to be in his early twenties. He set down a bag of candy on the conveyer belt.