He closed his eyes and hid from the world.

He sits at his desk, staring down at the piece of paper. The light from the ceiling light reflects off the white paper, making it a lightsource in itself. He closes his eyes, blinded by the light from the paper. 'Damn', he thought, 'why do they make paper white anyway.' He opens his eyes and looks at the pen he holds in his right hand. He sighs as he leans forward to write. 'Dear friends, family, and the police force, by the time you read this, I'll be de'

He stops writing as he hears a ominous cracking noise coming from above him. He looks up just in time to see a huge chunk of concrete falling onto his face.

The last thing he thought of was, 'Shit.'