Zeta Function
an excerpt

Day 0

Brightly glowing orange flares filled the skyline as the city burned. His mouth hung open, as he stood stiff, rigid with terror.
Everything in his life was ending.
With a tumulus crack, military jets arced overhead, breaking the sound barrier. He watched them fire their missiles, loud streaks of white fading into the distance as buildings crumbled.
The streets around him overflowed with human masses fleeing for their lives. In the wake of the jets, all he could hear were screams and gunshots. Still he stood, unmoving.
Let them come, he thought, let them come and kill me. They’ve taken everything. I have nothing left.
A tear ran down his face. Another bright flare forced his eyes shut.
“I looked, and beheld a pale horse, and the rider sat upon him named Death, and hell followed with him.” he muttered breathlessly.
No one heard him.