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The horn blared three times half an hour before the train’s departure. Jerry was staggering to the station but his legs were aching and his sweat was blinding him. He couldn’t run anymore. The horn blared twice again at ten minutes to go. Jerry was still two miles away. He wasn’t going to make it in time. Jerry was about be left behind in the apocalypse. It was the end of the world.

The area around the station was too worn down. There wasn’t much to indicate what the world was like before all hell broke loose. Jerry hadn’t learnt much in school about city life before the apocalypse so he strayed further into the deserted city in a quest to research a perfect report. With high grades, Jerry would have been able to prove himself worthy for admission into one of the more privileged colonies. Everything was riding on that History assessment.

None of that mattered anymore. Jerry had no hope of making it back home in time to submit his coursework. He would fail his History class and he wouldn’t be leaving his colony. It was the end of the world. But that had always been the case for Jerry.