Before rebirth, on day 923 of the apocalypse, in the evening.
On the horizon, the sunset was like fire. In the desolate outskirts, one could see a monument standing tall in the distance, commemorating all those who sacrificed themselves for the survival of humanity during the three years of apocalypse.
A slender figure, backlit by the light, walked slowly towards the tombstones.
The paper chrysanthemums in her arms were meticulously wrapped, showing the care of the owner.
On the tombstone, covered with a layer of ash and sand, the slender woman slowly squatted in front of her old friend's tombstone, carefully placing the "flowers" in front of it, then taking out a small bottle of white wine and a few cigarettes from her embrace.
