Ground Zero by EndMaster R

You’ve never really been a party person, but if this is it, maybe you can have some fun before the end comes. There’s plenty of food and liquids of all kinds at your place of work. The entire office is turned into party central. Nobody bothers going home; it’s actually safer to stay inside the office building anyway since the National Guard is attempting to restore what little order there is in the city. Everyone makes sure to stay away from windows.

Even though you attempt to enjoy yourself, you still have a nagging bit of “concern” for what lies ahead in the future and just can’t quite loosen up completely; you’re about the only one who still bothers to keep up on current events by watching TV and looking at the internet in between non-stop merrymaking. Eventually one of your co-workers Greg walks in on you watching the news by yourself. He’s not exactly what you’d consider a friend, but he’s an acquaintance you normally talked to when you actually did work.

“Jesus Christ man! There’s a non-stop party going on and you’re in here wasting time watching TV?” Greg says holding a bottle of beer.
“I just want to see if the situation has improved…”
“Are you kidding me? It ain’t improving man! The world’s going to hell in a hand basket, and the sooner you accept that fact the better! Why don’t you go talk to Marina in accounting, didn’t you always have a crush on her or something?”
“Well yeah, but…”
“But? But nothing man! There ain’t no time left anymore! Hell I haven’t seen you participate in ONE orgy since you’ve been here!”
“I dunno, seems unsanitary, I don’t want to catch something, and I don’t want everyone to see me naked.”

Greg puts one of his hands on his face and shakes his head in disbelief of your answer. He then throws his beer bottle into the TV screen breaking them both.

“WAKE THE FUCK UP! This is fuckin’ it man! There ain’t nothing coming after this! We’re all gonna die in a fiery nuclear explosion! You think it’s really gonna matter if in the off chance that you do catch AIDS or some shit, you’ll be alive long enough to die from it? And nobody gives a shit about how small your dick is…”
“HEY! My dick isn’t small! Its average length for someone of my height!” you protest.
“Whatever man! Look what I’m trying to say is, everyone is just here to have a good time and grab some pleasure before the nukes start flying, and nobody’s even caring about looks right now. Shit, that fat troll Phil must be getting more action now than he ever has in his entire life! You thought Phil was disgusting looking with his clothes on, he ain’t any prettier with his clothes off, and yet he has banged Kate no less than ten times since we started this Armageddon party and you know how fucking fine she is!”
“Really? Phil?”
“I’m telling you man, you NEED to go talk to Marina and get you some of that before the bombs start dropping!”

Greg sees that you’re still a little apprehensive about the idea.

“Fine then, or don’t. It doesn’t matter to me man. I’m going back to the party, I’m not gonna stand here wasting my time talking to you when I could be fucking Kate. I just hope I can get to her before Phil this time.”

Greg leaves you to ponder the situation.