room. It seemed that all they did in the last days was worrying and yelling at each other.

They worried because there was no toilet paper, because there were no masks, because there was no money to buy food, because the government stopped working.

When the food first ran out, father went to loot. He vividly recalls his mother. She was walking all over the apartment that day, just going back and forth, for hours. When father got back in the evening, he was breathing heavily. He talked how some people are roaming through the streets, how the need to eat is stronger than fear. He began to cough few days later. All the alarm buttons were on. He suddenly lost sense of smell and taste, he complained of chestpains.

He was told to go into his room and not to go out. He recalls sounds of sex from the other room. They weren’t even trying to hide the sounds.

Love and death. Two greatest themes in existence. People cling on to their lives even when they are so unbearably boring and monotonic the very existence feels like suffering.

Even in the face of Armageddon, they don’t feel fulfilled. They still cling on. Even though they have finished the game. They still hope something fulfilling and meaningful will happen, something worth living for.

This is what he was thinking when he saw something that resembled a building on the horizon.

Rissani. There it was.

They have seen him from afar.

When he came near, he saw that a bunch of them was already waiting