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It is two hours after the announcement and one minute to nuclear winter.
The city is a wasteland. I chose to wait for the end alone, with my dog.
I must write that we will be forgotten, that the nonsense is not so absurd.
Then I see her, a cockroach rushing out.
I catch it but regret it.
Soon there are thousands invading everything. They organise themselves, they know they will inherit this ravaged world.
I write that maybe I could have done it differently, that the only thing that mattered was to love.
I am sad but not afraid. I hug my dog, surrounded by the army of cockroaches, and look at the clock for the last time.