"Evil psychos decided to make every satellite orbiting the planet crash and burn one time zone at a time, in the middle of a worldwide communications blackout." It was easier to say if she got it all out at once, if she didn't stop to think about the ways in which her life had been interwoven into the events. "We estimate about two-thirds of the population was murdered but it's hard to tell since communications are pretty much still limited to carrier pigeons right now."

She kicked a box absently. Not hard enough to dent it or send it flying. A sad, kind of pathetic kick.

Which was pretty much how everyone felt int he face of the situation.

"My brother calls it the 'Rain of Fire.' I guess it was sort of catching on. Appropriate, for when pieces of fucking space station fall on your city, I guess..."