My hair is wet, the water is cold. I remember when I was younger. Before my mother passed away. She and I ran from the disasters. We tried to radio for days, but there was no response. We were alone.

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She's gone now too. It's just me. It's strange. such an empty world. All of human history, has led back to this. Back to our roots. I am in nature once again. Concrete buildings have crumbled. Reactors have gone into meltdown. What little people were left have all starved or killed themselves.

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But my mother always said "Evelyn, if there is ever a chance that humanity can start again, we must take it". Perhaps I'll find a man somehow. Maybe there's still someone out there. I know very little about romance and the only mating rituals i've seen are those of the fauna around me.

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But then, as if the world stopped, I heard a rustling. A white steed came before me. Confident and trusting, he lowered his head before me. "who did you belong to?" I whispered. but there was no response. I reached out and touched his nose. Soft and graceful. I tried to tell him to leave my side, but he did not want to leave me. Thus I named him adamant. We refuse to give up on this earth. And I shall be the start of something new. Perhaps I can find a man, my Amogha.