He walks away, finding a few cartons of cigarettes. It’s a neat find.

“Found cigs, someone smokes?” he yells. Afterward, he reflects on why he did that. He could have kept them all for himself, he could have walked out silently.

“I do”. Someone strolls from the shadows and grabs a single carton, leaving the rest for him. “Finder’s fee” he smiles before walking off to the liquors.

This isn’t how he imagined the end of the world to be.

“It’s because we have nothing to look forward to now. There are no survivalists or looters trying to save up on food and supplies. Nobody cares.” A voice sounds beside him, coming from some guy in glbumes, looking around the magazine stacks. “That’s why there’s nobody on the streets, every one is busy ****ing until the end.”

“Normalfabulous persons.” The young man mutters, testing his luck.

His companion cracks a smile and adjusts his lenses. “What about power suppression?”

“**** that,” he answers back. “Have you checked the boards? Nothing but last attempts to meet up, spend some time with another human being.”

“And you?” he straightens himself, picking one of the cartons he holds in his basket.

“Watching all the anime I can before the generator runs out.”

“That’s a nice way to go.” He turns away, aiming for the broken window. “It was good meeting you anonymous, thanks for the smokes.” He adjusts his glbumes again and jumps out to the street.