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"We interrupt this program to bring you an emergency broadcast. An asteroid..."

Well, doomsday has come.

That was the first thing I heard when I turned on my TV. An enormous asteroid is going to hit Earth in about a day. The host said information about the asteroid was still unknown, as the asteroid appeared from nowhere in a Scottish Observatory Telescope. Later on it was further analyzed by the nation. Finally, the information spread throughout the planet. However, I'm sure that bad things are going to happen if that piece of space rock "touches" our planet's surface.

NASA, you better do something about that.

So here I am, about to enjoy my afternoon snack with some _Transformer_s, and this comes up, a piece of rock spoils my day.

What should I do now? Hmmm...

Well, idiot I am not! I should get going with the doomsday prepping (or enjoy some pizzas and robots fighting until that thing hits my house, probably). The chance of it coming to contact with Earth is pretty low. Most asteroids would burn up when enter the atmosphere before they even touch the ground, even though, I'm not taking the chance of not being prepared. Too much cataclysm movies has obsessed me.

First thing first, what most couch potatoes out there in this whole vast world must do when something ruins their TV: finish the pizza. It sounds a little bit crazy. Most people would go crazy and start doing the most urgent tasks if this news hit the nation immediately. But hey, food is food, can't waste it (even doomsday can't change that, right?). Plus, it'll give me a lot of calories which I really need when it comes to hard labor, which is walking and picking up trashe.

Second, after almost choking myself with the pie, I dive into the prepping. According to the broadcast, and some National Geographic knowledge, I should prepare 3 things first if anything else happens: water, food and shelter. Water, a month supply of Dr.Pepper; check. Food, frozen pizzas, 20 eggs and sandwiches. I don't know how long they will last, but I'll pick up some more before going to my next vital ingredient of "survival soup", so; check. Lastly, shelter. Well, to be honest, this old crappy apartment is all I have. Though, is there any shelter out there that can shield me from an asteroid? Probably not, so why do I need one? I just need transportation to get myself and my supplies out of the danger zones. The old sedan isn't much of a comfort home but it'll do the job of getting me around. Furthermore, the driver seat can slide right out, a draft-king size, I guess, in short, shelter: half-check.

Yay! This "soup" is delicious: Dr.Peper, frozen pizzas, eggs, sandwiches and a crappy old sedan!

I'm ready to throw a party!

Maybe later.

Third, we wait. Until there are further warnings to where the Asteroid might hit, I'll be watching some Batman.

It was obvious that...Nah, Bane could have been in his underground base. No one could have known.

***

It's been almost two hours since I've packed up all my supplies into the Honda. It all sits nicely in the trunk, all the stuffs such as frozen pizzas, eggs, sandwiches, are packed in an ice box, though the drinks are sitting here in the front passenger seat. It would be easier for me to grab one and gulp down when things get dry inside my body. Also, some pillow, clothes, Swiss army knife, PSP (1000), lighters, newspaper, sleeping bag, and other stuff in the back passenger seat. Last but not least: me, in the driver seat, messing with my GPS. I'm trying to pin out the next safe shelter, which so far is nowhere.

Why am I am messing with my GPS and sitting here in the car like a mindless potato (I love potatoes, everything I see is a potato?) Well, the bad news had come half an hour ago (as I expected): An official NASA engineer, who hosted the most recent emergency broadcast, had confirmed that the DA14, which NASA recently named (ironically before it ends all of us), had a length of blah, blah, blah would hit Ho Chi Minh city at a speed of Mach 4.

That city is where my car and I are waiting to be crushed.

Ok, calm down, calm down.

What should I do NOW?

I don't know. Let's consider this, pretty straight-forward: A giant piece of space rock with the size of Hawaii, travelling 4 times the speed of sound, heading toward my apartment in less than a day. So what can I do? I'm not religious. I'm not going to settle down somewhere and start praying until my death comes. I can't fly away from Earth, or, leave it behind (because I still have my money in the bank). I can't move away. The asteroid is enormous; nothing that big has ever come toward Earth in the history of mankind. It would split continents and crack the planet.

Maybe NASA can do something about it. They're not idiotic slackers (such as I am). At least, they'll try to blow it up or off-course with a missile of some kind.

Technically, all I can do is hope for a miracle, which is random luck. Religiously, all I can do is...

Nope. I'm an Atheist.

***

As hopelessness spreads through the city of Ho Chi Minh, its citizens are at peak panic. People from all houses pour into the streets, hands hold others. They march slowly out of their doors, while looking up the clear, start-filled sky, knowing one of those millions angels is going to end their lives. Everybody looks at each other, nods as if sending a deep message: "This is the end". All seems so calm and so preserved, before young boys in same unkempt outfit, start chaos as they throws homemade bottle grenade into houses, while profanity escapes their lips. The flame spread quickly as gasoline from the bottle spills as it hits the floor. A sequence of swearing bursts out and the uncontrollable flame ignites, send people over their limit.

A riot breaks out.

***

While pacing around, hands in pockets and mind wandered, I get a call from, well, my dear parents.

"Hello?" I slide the bar on my phone.

"Dave? Is that you? We thought you were caught in the raging mob!" my mom's voice sounds clearly through the speaker.

"Hi mom. Yeah I'm totally fine. Unscratched and untouched", I lied. I did lose my car to the angry mob, and I'm totally bruised in an attempt of getting back to my apartment. I made it just now, it's locked and being struck violently from outside. "Where are you guys right now?" trying to calm my breathing after the struggle.

"Oh good god! We are so worried about you! Me and John are at the American ambassador while your father was renewing his Visa. Suddenly the rage broke out and we hid here with the other. The guards are doing a splendid job holding the mob out. But I don't think they'll last long. Hon, where are you right now?" mom asked in a more steady breath.

"Uhhh... At my apartment?" I hesitate, trying not to give out the truth about the car and myself "Mom, can I talk to Dad?"

"Ok, hon." She immediately hands off the phone. My plan of luring mom away from any further questioning has succeeded. I only hope dad isn't as-

"Hello?" the low voice of my dad is easily recognized.

"Hi dad."

"Where the h-"

***

It seemed that dad was more of "drama queen" than mom. I just don't know why...

Anyway, things aren't getting better at all. I got questioned by dad about the noises, the pauses in every "truth" that I told him, everything! Although they still believed me. Thanks guys, I think you guys need to pay more attention to yourself than your own current jobless son. The news hasn't come up with anything new yet, no solutions, no warning, nothing!

Oh well, I might just wait for my death to come. So I'll be continuing with Batman and Bane.

Damn it, my Dr. and my pizzas are down in the trunk, being shredded and drunk my some idiots.

Well, I have water and...nothing. For a movie.

Worst movie time ever.

***

As time passes by, while our protagonist (or antagonist, or foil, or any other characters) is munching his imaginative chips and drinking tasteful plain water, eyes on the 15-inch TV screen, DA14 is travelling interrupted toward its last destination.

Soon, as all hope has lost, no missiles, no plans, no attempts are made.

The fateful Earth is finally hit by DA14. Everything is gone, and also our potato-addicted character.

The End.