Connor's knees nearly buckled. "Ugh. I really need a power nap right about now." Connor muttered, beginning to curl up on the stone floor. It was the first rest he had since the beginning of this whole "apocalypse" thing. He began to sleep like a rock. He could feel his stone joints cracking and groaning, and his hollow head hit the stone floor with a loud thud, rock against rock. [i]Guess this is my life, now.[/i] He thought, his mind drifting into a haze.

Connor's sleeping mind began to recount all of the events that had happened since the apocalypse was announced. The first thing that he begun to do was stockpile food and water. Just in case he survived this whole thing. That was, until he learned it was a meteor that was going to cause it. A massive meteor, that would decimate the Earth like a man stomping on an ant. Not much a chance of surviving that. He went into some extreme depression. He almost quit right then and there.

After that came a lot of raiding. There was a lot of turmoil going around about the apocalypse. He began breaking into houses, smashing up some shops. After all, what would the repercussions be? A couple year in prison? They were all going to end up dead in a couple of days, anyway. It went on like that for a while, until the last night. The entire city seemed to be just waiting for the inevitable. Finally, the final hour had arrived. Connor was just waiting for his final moments.

And then the great flash of white filled the air, and Connor was knocked out. He came to in a couple of hours, as a giant rock beast. And he begun his journey there. He had a couple of things to take care of before he went home. The man still in the city, the business man who had raked him into all of this. He was going to have to take care of him. Then he could finally leave this accursed city and find his way back home. Connor looked like a massive boulder in his sleep. One might not even see him as a golem unless they looked very closely.