It’s been a few days since they announced it.
 
“The End of The World”, as the media’s been calling it. They evacuated the entire school, into these bunkers. Probably the entire town, too. Huge bunkers, probably enough to fit enough people from a few cities. The newspapers say that the Prime Minster has been building them for the past year or so, when he first heard about the asteroids.
 
Ah yes, the “asteroids”. They’re calling it the Omicron-23 shower, as there will be a total of 23 asteroids colliding with the planet and destroying all known life off the face of the planet. The only way to survive would be to get in the huge bunkers.
 
But I knew better. It’s all a ploy for the feminists to kill us, I guarantee it. My sources have revealed that the bunkers are actually gas chambers, and that they will kill everyone unless they’re in control of the world.
 
I’m back at Yamaku, in my room. Even when the officials tried breaking down the door to get me, I had my backup plan. A little room underneath my real one, sufficient for me to live in for a few days but not large enough to actually be noticed by the school. I’m looking up into the sky, which is filled with giant red dots that are slowly starting to get bigger. Was the media actually right?
 
No, that’s impossible. It has to be the feminists, it has to.
 
…
 
Damn, tears. I remember that new kid, Hisao. Good kid, good trooper. I kind of miss him a little, he would probably try and lighten up this stuffy mood.
 
As I stare into the once star-filled sky, now filled with giant flaming rocks, I keep telling myself it’s the feminists, I wasn’t wrong about any of this. It has to be true, it has to.
 
But secretly in my heart, I know I’m wrong. I know feminists had nothing to do with this. It was all me, all my stupid, hateful emotions causing this.
 
As the asteroids come nearer and nearer to the surface, slowly becoming larger and larger, I tell myself one last time that it’s the feminists before accepting my fate.