It was the end of the world. Some kind of cataclysmic event had befallen humanity, and as far as I knew, I was one of the last survivors. We were in this apartment, or possibly some kind of fancy designer house. Among the survivors were close family members, friends (unknown DCs) and strangers, with a group of 12-20 people, counting myself. We weren't sure what exactly had happened, but I suspected it was a nuclear fallout. The house had large glass panels for windows, and two floors. The place was really pleasant, but we all knew we were just waiting for our deaths. The thing is, no one panicked. No one cried. We had some sort of passive calm, and while we were sad about it, it didn't sound like such a big deal. I guess that since there wasn't anything else to look forward to, we just accepted everything.

In a way, there wasn't anything else to do - we couldn't fight back, and anger or sadness would just make things worse. I never stopped to think this over, but rather seemed to accept this naturally. I walked around the house, looking through the large panels. One of them was close to a beach. In a way, calling it a "beach" is a little big too much. It was a strip of sand circling part of the house from the sea. Just a few feet between us and the poisoned waters. I was aware that just going outside was dangerous, so even crossing the sands was lethal. The skies were brown or beige, cloudy, and while there seemed to be some occasional winds, it was mostly calm. The waters were dark and green, and other than the normal movement, they didn't form waves. I sadly continue to thread inside the house. On this floor, two beautiful sets of stairs circled along the main hall and up to a second floor overlooking it.

I walk up the stairs and look at a city around a kilometer away from us. I could tell, from this higher ground, what separated it from us exactly. There was a larger area of now dirty, black sand, a short strip of sea, more sand, and a high dark wall. I couldn't tell if it was made of rocks or debris of destroyed buildings. The latter seemed more plausible to me - looking up to the buildings, they were just shambles. Blackened, broken structures with pieces of metal sticking out. I knew that if anyone had survived the bomb - or whatever it was that destroyed that city -, the now poisoned air would instantly kill any who dared step into it. That meant that leaving this safe haven was also impossible for us. We were surrounded by poisoned water and air. Looking up the sky above the city, I could see clouds moving fast. I knew what that was - a wave of radiation and poisoned air was coming in our direction. We wouldn't have to wait for death, as this time it was coming our way, and there would be nowhere else to hide.