A veil of night fell over the half-empty city. Someone grabbed food and clothes, according to their connections, rumors, dumped further away from the alleged bombing site. For three days there was a hum, car horns, broken windows from the adventures of looters and crunched under sneakers.
Many tried to avoid the inevitable. However, it did not seem possible from the word at all. Radiation, nuclear winter, radiation sickness - the perspective of survivors. Can you call it life?
It is easy to hack the entrance, but to climb to the 15th floor, and in the semi-darkness it is a little problematic to deal with the lock. Between the flights lay a couple of drug addicts who decided to catch the last minutes of their lives in pleasure and hallucinations.

We also understood that we no longer had any ways to get out of the city. Therefore, we decided to spend the world in the most romantic way. We wanted to look death in the eye so that it would stay with us forever...
Hugo carefully climbed up to the attic hatch. It was more difficult than in Oblivion. Besides, instead of a normal lock pick, he just had a very small knife. The work is painstaking and it's unclear what's going on, he growled, as in any such situation when something goes wrong, as he thought. Sometimes it was even too loud.

Shining a flashlight in the devil knows what position: not the best pastime in the last hours of a fading life. A dull, intermittent growl echoed in the empty entrance. Soon a click was heard and a view of the beautiful night sky opened up.
Neighboring houses reflected the greenish-yellow light of night lanterns and signs. It seemed that nothing would happen, it was just a terrible dream. Soon we'll all wake up, go about our business, plunge into the routine...
we've been all over the roof. Somewhere there were more fragments, somewhere less. Having found the optimal place for the pass, they stopped, and Cedar put one of the lanterns left by someone next to her.
— Well, shall we have a feast during the plague? - she grinned, taking out supplies from stew, bread and sandwiches with tea in a thermos. Hugo thought about it, and ignored the humorous question.

"Hugo, how many 'seconds to midnight' did you say you had left?" Driven up or down? - after biting off half a sandwich, she did not let up. Hugo seemed more worried than usual: this was the event of the century.
— Oh, Kendra, look, there are people gathered on that roof too. What do you think they dreamed about recently? - he moved his ear and yet his brother stirred.
— I don't know. Everyone has their own cockroaches, bro. Someone dreams of an apartment, someone about business, and someone for a dollar for a hundred or a bag of sweets without worms. Are you scared?
— Yes. And I wonder what will happen then. Will we have time to have some more tea?
— Let's do it.

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