The end of the world isn’t some instantaneous, catastrophic event, abolishing all life in a blink. No, it’s slow. It’s a gradual, inexorable deterioration of everything you know and love all around you. You can’t plan for it, you can’t avoid it, and you can’t stop it. You think it would never happen to you, that life would always be the same, and like all other hardships in your life, you’d survive this one as well.
I did, too.