Surii steps outside onto the veranda of the motel to finally witness the calamity that disturbed his nap. After a much-needed yawn and stretch, he casually rubs his eyes to clarify the madness that is unfolding below him, around him, and perhaps most interestingly, above him.

The area in the parking lot where the odd couple from earlier were fighting is now a thirty-three-foot-wide crater. The most refined team of crime scene investigators would have trouble figuring out if any testimony they received from nearby witnesses––that a man and a woman once stood where this crater is––is true, because not a shred of either of them remains anywhere in sight. Whatever caused this crater would’ve absolutely obliterated anything composed of bones, muscle, and flesh in an instant.

The sight of the hole is intriguing enough to force Surii to take his pink headphones out of his ears. While he does so, he continues to look around the establishment only to witness an assortment of bodies doing an assortment of things: some are screaming, some are running, some are crying, some are hugging, and some are just dangling. The few rooms to the left of him all have windows and doors blown out just like his. Unlike his however, it’s safe to assume none of those other rooms have a single survivor inside of them.

After assessing the bedlam presented in front of him, he finally turns his gaze upward to the sky above and watches the beauty of countless streaks of charred flares slice through the night sky, as hellfire rains down all around him for as far as the eye can see. A battalion of meteoric, orange balls of flames that shoot down all around him, annihilates anything unfortunate enough to be in their landing zones. If a grain of sand falling at eleven miles a second contains enough power to leave a foot-wide hole in anything that isn’t at least as dense as steel, then the rock that left the crater in the parking lot that totaled every single vehicle in the surrounding area, had to be only about the size of a basketball.

As Surii processes this information, another meteor decides to make a beeline towards the motel; only this one is the size of a house.