[hr][hr][center][h1][color=purple]Daniyal Lohi[/color][/h1][/center]
[hr][center][color=purple][b]Location: At his own Home (Number 7 Grant Road)[/b][/color]
[color=purple][b]Interacting With: Noone[/b][/color][/center][hr]

[color=pink]"Three successive earthquakes have left millions without shelter, food, or water. Emergency personnel are still attempting to search for survivors,"[/color] The TV hummed in the background, the words now meaningless to Daniyal. He’d heard stories upon stories from every news station covering more and more seemingly random natural disasters, to the point where he was wondering if they were even natural in the first place. His mind raced as he stared blankly at the ceiling, laying on his back as the TV droned on.

The power-guzzling TV spouted out more numbers, death tolls, cost of repairs, they all turned into nonsensical beeps and groans, Daniyal just couldn’t find it in him to care. The hours of footage of Christian channels (sometimes even Muslim if he was lucky) spouting out more and more end-time prophecies made the end of the world seem very “eh.” So what if it happens? He knew no one would be able to do anything about it. He could even now faintly hear someone spouting verses from the Bible right outside, doing their best to help the sinners of the world.

Today was supposed to be Doomsday. The second coming of Christ, the day when a meteor crashes into Earth and destroys everything, or another myriad of different fears and possibilities. He could only sigh as he guessed that this’ll be another one of those worldwide (maybe just city wide) scares. Everyone will be in hysterics, only to feel silly when nothing happens. Yes, weird things were happening here and there right now. No denying that, but the next logical step isn’t to assume the world will end. However, he still couldn’t get that sick feeling out of him. That overhanging dread you felt when you just [i]knew[/i] something bad was going to happen.

[color=purple]”I’m just being paranoid,”[/color] he reassured himself, his high voice carrying throughout the empty home. He was home alone listening to a bunch of mad-ramblings by scared people, of course he was going to feel a little fear. He knew he was better than that. He was logical, and practical, and smart. But the question [i]“what if?”[/i] buzzed around in his head like a bothersome bee, begging to be squashed but never being able to do so.

He knew he had to clear his head. Take a stroll, maybe, take in some fresh air. The air was warm, and the wind cool, with no chance of falling meteors. Even if it really was his final day, why waste it? Springing back up to his feet, he made his way down to the front door. Nicking his keys, slinging the familiar weight of his bag over his shoulder, and wincing as the way-too-loose front door banged open due to the wind.

He welcomed in the blast of cool air, taking wide strides towards whatever direction. The streets were clear, and quite. Everything was in place, and peaceful, making the thought of a disaster happening seem even more ridiculous.

[color=purple]”[i]What if[/i] this is just the calm before the storm?’[/color]

He hurried his steps and tried forcing the thought out.