With the destruction of earth closing in, the rebellious youth collaberate a mass suicide in a large record store. Sitting on the floor we sit and talk. I watch as people randomly drink from little white cups and quickly go insane, cutting off their own fingers in a "it doesn't matter anyway" mentallity. I decide not to drink from my cup, and I remember that the store owner needed me to do something. I walk past the crowd of the dead, dying, and insane and make my way behind the front counter. I find a cover-less magazine taped to the wall with "reserved: Ceo George Bush" scribbled on the top page. I sense the destruction closing in and decide to find some music to listen to on my way to death. I venture to the LP section, only to find that all the good music is gone, and has been for some time. I get very sad at this notion. I leave the store through the back door to find that the streets are filled with these SWAT team-like patrols holding citizens at gunpoint. I noticed nearby that a pistol had been set down unattended. I quickly plot my course of action on this situation in front of me. I grab the gun and attempt to liberate my fellow people. Sucess. Now as a group of 5 or so, we venture forth. We make our way into a wherehouse-type building and find these same police, only now they are firing at a crowd of zombie-like people. My group flees in fear and I am left alone. I fire at them, collecting magazines off the ground from fallen officers. I keep on the move, quickly dodging down isles of boxes. Eventually I am cornered, with not even enough time to change the almost empty magazine. I hold the gun under my chin and pull the trigger. I feel nothing, but slowly fade to a sleep state. The zombies back off, and I sleep.