Even if it is the end of the world, it is hard to leave the homeland, because in the vast sea of people, no one knows where the safe land is.
A group of little people are working hard in the last days, using their brains to survive. Although they are selfish and have some small shortcomings, their conscience cannot be lost.
Living does not mean that we can only face the tragic and cruel life coldly. People are wise, and they are also social animals. It is easier for a group of people to survive than alone, as long as they are united and friendly.
The story I am telling takes place in the context of the end of the world. In this story, there are science fiction, aliens, and monsters. Of course, if it were written later that I had convulsions and the above mentioned things were removed, it would not work. Okay, I admit that I am shirking responsibility, so I came in and read the article after thinking about it!