This is it. This is the end. You lost track of how many months it has been since the apocalypse started, the days and weeks blurring together. You stood next to Dazai, watching, waiting. It was strange really, how close you had grown during the time you had spent together. You take in a deep breath, inhaling the crisp, dusty morning air. Dazai looked over at you, his short brown hair nearly glistening in the early morning sun, speaking softly.

"You ready to go?"