E/O Challenge: Crust. Word Count: 100.

The earth shook and buildings fell. The very crust quaked with uncontrollable anger. Mother Earth trembled with rage.

The apocalypse was brutal: leaving behind a devastated wasteland.

Remnants of humanity lingered, considering themselves God's chosen ones among the dead.

When it was over, the small pebble named Dean Winchester collapsed at Mother's feet and screamed out loud in anguish; he frightened the crows, who'd pleasantly been eating the carrion laid out for them.

After he'd screamed his throat raw and lost his ability to speak, he ran.

Heaven on Earth, they'd promised. Perhaps they should've asked Her. She never lied.