The Nova that Ended the World

It had been for days since the end. Four days without any contact from the other ships. Four days of floating in space with no hope, all alone. The few of us that had managed to escape now floated towards impending doom. Mars lingered closer, pulling us in with its gravitational field. It would be only hours before we would come crashing through its atmosphere and our lives would end upon its surface. If only there was someone else out there, other people that had survived the explosion that ended Earth. It was a strange phenomenon, with very little warning of its occurance. Only the rich and the powerful had managed to flee the planet. The occupants of my ship happened to be the powerful, ranging from government officials to large business owners. I happened to be neither rich nor powerful. The way I had landed my spot on this ark of life was through my job as an electrical engineer. I was in charge of making sure we didn't die before our impact with the red planet. I couldn't tell if escaping Earth's doom was a curse or a blessing. Either way we were going to die. We just chose to prolong the inevitable.