We always knew this day would come. We’d run out of food weeks ago, and the last uncontaminated water yesterday, which left us with a stark choice.
Die in this bunker or take in the freedom of the outside world one last time—together.
Hand in hand we emerged. The rain melted our clothes off us in an instant, yet there was no pain. Only relief that this would soon all be over.
Even being shrouded in the never-ending gray the rains left behind, our planet was beautiful. I’d never felt more alive as we took our last breaths.
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Till next week, folks.