Humanity's endgame was only the beginning for me.
Aliens ended life as we know it on Earth.
Not on purpose I should add, though that didn't matter to the billions who died.
But it turned out, in some respects, 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, and afraid, somehow, I managed to hold on.
Foraging for supplies.
Eking out a hidden existence.
Humanity's endgame, paperback/Eve Langlais
