The End is Nigh (The Apocalypse Triptych, #1)

by John Joseph Adams

I remembered that, trying to survive the battle zone, dodging artillery fire between the kid you were and the man you were supposed to be. The world screamed at you to grow up, your zits and your twitchy dick agreed it was about time, but you were still afraid of the dark, you still slept with that old teddy bear, you still wanted your mommy.

Everyone in the crowd shouted without slogans this time and I went down again with boots in my face. I saw a leg that looked like