Keeping count

The earth shook, buildings crumbled, and people screamed, running for their lives. But he kept walking. "7,000," he muttered, sidestepping a falling lamp post.

A car zoomed past, narrowly missing him. "9,500," he gasped, legs burning. The sky turned an eerie red, signaling the apocalypse.

He finally hit 10,000. Collapsing on the ground, he smiled. "Step goal completed. Now they can take me."