The wind is blowing through my hair and it’s hitting my face and whipping my clothes around and I’m screaming.

Screaming from the top of the cliff that looks over the destroyed city and into the world.

This obliterated husk of a world.

I’ve been keeping quiet for so long, staying hidden and trying not to be killed.

But I’ve decided to give up.

I can’t do this any more. I don’t care what happens. I don’t see any point in surviving, when my life and everyone I ever cared about is all gone.

The earth has died, so why shouldn’t I?

I’m screaming. My heart is bursting with sadness and grief and fear and the relief of letting go.

I’m free. I don’t have to try any more. I’m done.

The earth has died, and now I shall too.