It was a chilly Saturday morning, and Beth was making her way toward the Tundra, the largest open field on her college campus. In fact, nearly all 10000 students were heading there. You see, the first large snowfall of the year had taken place overnight, and today would be the annual Snowball Fight of the Year, or SFY. People scrambled to their "sides", upperclassmen on the left and underclassmen on the right. Beth hurried to her side, finding the excitement in the air infectious. Once everyone was in place, a senior yells: "ONE, TWO, THREE, CHARGE!" At once people grab snowballs and begin lobbing them at each other. Beth laughs, lobbing one across the Tundra.

But her snowball misses its target.

In fact, her target is missing all together.

Beth stands completely still, frozen in shock, staring and the pile of clothes, boots, and gloves sitting on the ground in front of her. She even notices his glasses on the top of the pile. She snaps out of her reverie and looks around her. There were now hundreds if not thousands of little piles of clothes dotting the frozen Tundra. People were screaming, raging and crying. Beth noticed her friend Sarah sobbing uncontrollably, clutching the empty shirt of her fiancee in desperation.

Beth begins to walk in what feels like slow motion, eyes glazed over, in no particular direction. She is still in shock.

She snaps out of it when she notices people jumping into a nearby lake, screaming in rage and hysteria. At first she thinks they are looking for the missing, but soon enough she realizes they are committing suicide, unable to deal with the pain and panic they feel.

Beth turns away, unable to watch any longer. It is then the tears begin to fall, freezing to her face, her breath coming out in short gasps as she sinks to the ground. What is going on? Oh my God WHAT IS GOING ON?! Her analytical mind races, searching for some solution, but it comes up empty.

A girl collapses next to Beth, her body shaking with sobs. Beth recognizes her as one of those "churchy" girls; she hung out with all of those "bible kids", went on there little retreats and went to church on Sundays. Her name is Cassie.

Cassie turns to Beth, her eyes glistening and her chin trembling. "I know what happened."

Beth furrows her brow. "What are you talking about?"

"I know what happened just now, why those people disappeared."

Beth stares in shock, not noticing her jaw drop. "You do? How?"

Cassie drops her eyes, staring at the ground. "My friends told me about it, over and over. I pretended to agree with them, playing my part, being in the club."

"About WHAT?" Beth says, her voice rising.

Cassie pauses and looks into Beth's eyes.

"About the Rapture."