Hades: A Short Story

Hades
Half of the sky is black.
Much of the world is covered by the shadow of the thing. In some places, night time lasts hours and hours, as its shadow passes by in the morning, casting darkness over the sky. Sometimes we have darkness in the middle of the day, it depends
Each day, the darkness gets longer as the thing gets closer. I worry about it. What will happen if it hits earth? What happens if the president is wrong?
The thing does have a name. It’s called Hades, which is technically short for (80677) 2029 GH87.
The pastor says it will be fine, that God will save us. He wouldn’t create the universe to then kill all the living beings within it.
No matter how close it looks, it’s still pretty far away. Hades isn’t huge. The government

How could we stop this thing? Sure, I trust the scientists and the government, but their plans could not work. But then again, if it was going to kill me anyway, would I want to know?
My name is Dorothy, and I’m 16, and quite your average girl in Lawrence, Kansas. It’s a Wednesday, and I’m walking home from school, trying to stay close to the sparse buildings in our suburb. You never know what could fall from the sky.
My older brother Zachariah is still at football practice. He never walks home with me anyway; he has various girlfriends that he dedicates his afternoons to. It’s hot out, and by the time I reach home I’m drenched in sweat. The house is empty, as both of my parents are working. My mom should be returning soon. I take out a cold water bottle from our fridge and then grab my bag and run down to the basement which doubles up as our tornado shelter. I feel safer here, protected.
It’s not that I don’t think that everything will be fine, it’s just, there is chance that it won’t be. Not so much skeptical but rather precautious. Here In the basement, I feel

They had to make a choice – do they tell us, we all freak out, and yet we still die anyway? Or they hide it from us, and many die in their sleep, no idea what happened. A more peaceful way to die? Both ways, the asteroid hits earth and billions of people die. It’s was inevitable .There is no way you could prepare. We either die knowingly, or we’re spared the knowledge.
“Which is more humane? The truth doesn’t hurt, but neither does a small white lie. Either way, everybody gets hurt.”
“We survived. Surely some people could have been saved?” I ask dubiously
“Don’t be so sure” he said motioning to his left.
I follow his gesture to the skyline. Rising over the debris, a large wall of water is coming in our direction. The source of the rushing noise, a tsunami taller than a 100 story building, is a mile away at most.
“Eventually, the asteroid will kill us all. Earthquakes, volcanoes, tsunamis, high winds. It’s all coming. Why fight a battle you can’t win? I can’t live, knowing I won’t survive the next hour, and I see their rationale. I needed to find one last person. Just to say goodbye. Thank you for that.” He smiled, and turned and started to sprint. Straight into the oncoming