I personally think it's pretty bad, but I'd like to hear other people's opinions.

The end of all things came silently over a period of millennia. Not in the sense of the old religions that preached of fire and brimstone bringing an end to sinners and judgment to the righteous. The Universe, that seemingly eternal force, simply began to peter out.
Stars on the edge of reality grew frigid and perished. Entire planets disappeared into the black devastation that was slowly consuming the Universe. Matter was ripped apart and dissolved. There was no judgment for the righteous, no lake of fire for the sinners, only a cold darkness and finality for all.
Yet life still endured at this extreme end of time. Entire civilizations rose and fell over the time that the elderly Universe began to collapse, though these were but mere instants on the scale of geologic time. The slow collapse of the Universe mattered little to them, for there were more immediate problems to deal with.
Every now and then an individual would look up at the sky and wonder what would become of the Universe. Some societies would realize that some of the stars here and there had ceased to shine, celestial bodies that had dominated their skies since the dawn of their civilizations had simply vanished.
Life endured as it always had though, without regard to the greater good of the Universe. Entropy continued in its quiet march to the inevitable end of time, while a succession of life forms lived and died in the elderly Universe.
Then came the day when it was too late, when the Universe was beyond saving. When the various life forms that had clung to life until the very end of time realized that the complete collapse of reality was imminent. They were to struggle to understand why they, of all civilizations, had been cursed to witness the end of all things.
Of course life endures, even until the very last moment of time and possibly beyond.

Somewhere millions of light years from the nearest galactic center, a corpse orbited a dying sun. This was no biological corpse, but it was in fact a planet. Not the largest planet, the most prosperous, nor the brightest, but Bastion was the closest there was to an actual galactic center in these desperate days.
It was the last refuge from the barbarianism that had enveloped the galaxy and presumably other galaxies, yet it rotted from the inside. Though the vitality of the universe was fading away, the populace of the metropolitan world still allowed themselves to be conquered by petty greed, and worse yet, fear. It was in fear of the oncoming darkness that order had begun to break down, yet what passed for leaders on Bastion kept up appearances in order to remain the supposed center of civilization.
Still though, some forty billion life forms still clung to life on Bastion, attempting to eke out an existence in the twilight of the universe. The situation was dire, for lack of a better term, but all of these hard facts did not matter a single bit to Sybek, who was about five minutes away from being shot.

Sybek stumbled down the alleyway mentally sorting through his customer base. Selling drugs wasn’t as lucrative of a business as it had used to be, but Sybek prided himself on his ability to protect his customer’s identities and disappear if the authorities started sniffing around. If he had really wanted it, Sybek could have sprung for an implant so that he could access his customer data remotely, but he wasn’t too keen on the idea of some Bastionite bastard surgically rooting around in his head.
Sybek wasn’t too fond of Bastionites. They were a people of short stature, with orange skin, and three more fingers on each hand than the galactic standard of five fingers. Sybek thought them sneaky and distrustful, and bristled at the thought that they still held majority control of the Bastion Senate despite being outnumbered in the tens of billions by other species.
Sybek himself was an unclassified humanoid, though his father had been fond of claiming that they descended from the first human generation ship that carried precious human DNA to be discovered by other species. Whatever the original human species had looked like, they were long dead, any records or history of them had long since passed into myth.
Sybek was by no means a handsome man, he stood about six feet tall with unkempt brown hair, but he still considered himself a ladies man, though years of drug use had tainted his eyes to a dull yellow. Still though, for being twenty-four stand years of age, he didn’t think he was doing too bad in life.
Sybek was on his way to a customer’s flat on this particular day. Generally Sybek would not agree to visiting a customer’s living quarters, as that attracted much more attention than simply doing a subtle transaction in the shadowy alleys of a marketplace, but when a well to do man like Tygett Urden demanded something, he generally received it.
Sybek hurried down one of the many corridors that crisscrossed Bastion’s interior, occasionally looking up to get a glimpse of the planet’s red sky, tainted by millennia of pollution. These corridors generally remained dark as night even during the middle of the planet’s twenty-two hour day, and so light strips ran down the floor, illuminating the dank conditions. Natural light was a commodity that few could afford on Bastion.
A groundcar screeched to a halt right in front of Sybek as he attempted to cross what passed for a street in the poorer sections of the city.
“Hey watch where you’re going!” Sybek exclaimed angrily, slapping the hood of the car and instantly wincing. Last night had been quite a bender for him and he was still trying to keep his composure and get to Tygett without passing out. Tygett was not one to tolerate tardiness for any reason.
Sybek jogged to the other side of the street and continued down, avoiding a begging preacher’s proselytizing. The Order of the Red Mask was getting to be a real problem in Sybek’s opinion. They preached doom and hellfire, and that nothing else mattered except their grand Church, refused to help anyone who was not a member of their Church, yet begged for donations from others. Sybek did not see how that was any of his concern.
The preacher, obviously perturbed followed Sybek, “You’ll see soon enough! Make no mistake, we’re all done for, but while I will go peacefully you will go screaming into the void!”
Sybek turned to make a rude gesture but the priest had gone back to his original location, and as Sybek made to continue, he stopped as he felt a weapon be jammed into his back.
A malicious voice hissed, but did not say anything that Sybek could understand, obviously a race that could not speak Standard syllables. As Sybek tried to think of what he could do to defuse the situation he realized that he smelled burning and looked down to find that he was already too late. His abdomen was now a sizzling hole, how did he not feel that? So death really was pretty painless, Sybek remarked to himself as the ground rushed up to meet him, sending him spinning into oblivion.