Humanity's endgame was only the beginning for me. Aliens ended life as we know it on Earth. Not on purpose, though that didn't matter to the billions who died. But it turned out, surviving was even worse. My family used to say good thing I was pretty. In case you were wondering, it didn't help when the end of the world arrived. Alone, somehow I managed to hold on. Foraging for supplies. Eking out a hidden existence. Avoiding the mutants that emerged after the alien plague. I'd resigned myself to dying alone, which was when I literally fell into Xavion's arms. And I managed to find love in the apocalypse.
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