What was she doing? Maybe tossing out her coffee at a bum? But after avoiding the charity collector, she came up to the corner, still focused on the phone in her hand, when He appeared.
He took hold of her wrist. She began to scream, but it died on her lips when she saw the look in his eyes, as if she was looking into all of existence and it was looking back.
“You. You get to live.”
She always assumed that it was some sort of compliment, until everyone else dropped dead, and she realised it was a punishment.