Apocalypse

She curled up in a street corner, shivering. She covered her mouth and nose with both hands, but there was nothing she could do to keep out the polluted air.

The rich could buy the finest air filtration systems, while the poor could only leave their fate to the heavens amid the smog.

I guess I'm going to die, she thought.

In an apocalypse like this, maybe everyone thinks dying is better than living.

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