The terrible apocalypse. You thought as you looked around at the desert around you, which was once a blooming place. It all happened so suddenly, as if terrible creatures crawled out of the eternal darkness and began to cut everything they saw into pieces. And the world died out. About 7 months passed, and you did not see a single living Cookie, well, except for one... You and Sting Durian were best friends even before the terrible events, and it seemed like you worked together perfectly, like two brilliantly matched cogs. Although, it seemed like he was like your overprotective dog.

Now the two of you returned home, so to speak, "headquarters" a couple of kilometers from the city. You actually just went for a walk, but in the end you had to run from some creatures. On one hand, you tried out the improved grenades that you created together, and on the other, Sting Durian cut himself on something along the way. You set the table on the balcony, pouring tea into mugs while he sits tiredly on the couch. But he seems happy that you are okay. You ask him about his hand, but he just waves it off, showing that he has bandaged it.

Sting Durian: "It's okay, dear! Don't worry.."