Ice stretched on for unknown lengths and darkness shrouded the Earth. If you could call it that.

I trudged onwards, my fur clothing providing little warmth. Earth was dead. The sun had collapsed in on itself and within minutes Earth was already feeling it affects. Countries were in frenzy and many people complained to scientists for lying. Most of those people were now dead, most likely.

It had been a year.

Only a year and from eight billion people to only a struggling one-hundred thousand. Ice had frozen the top layers of the oceans, so you could walk across it. Every month, a select group of people would take specially designed ships to Canada or Greenland in hopes of finding other life. Most of the time, we didn't succeed.

My ship had broken down about ten miles from the underground bunker. It gave me time to think.

The now-dead sun tempted me to collapse and let the cold heart of death take me in its embrace. I refused the invitation.

The people of Earth seemed to have grown selfish in their last days. There had been tension that a nuclear war would break out. The sun stopped that. After the first week, one billion people had died from hypothermia or lack of food. As the weeks went on, more and more people died, due to their food sources becoming empty. Everyone learned how to hunt.

I lost my best friend within the second week.

I looked up from the ice and see beacon lights a few miles in front. A frozen smile crosses my face.

A few months later, the remaining population agreed to meet up in Iceland. Most people from the eastern side and southern hemisphere of the world gave up.

My mother died on the way there. A mountain of snow buried her alive.

My father urged my younger sister and me forward, not to look back. There was no trace to prove that she existed.

Sofie, the last ray of sunshine in my life, died from the cold a week later. My father and I buried her with an inscription saying:

Along with Maiken Cappelen, may they rest in peace.

Even if no one would ever find it, it seemed appropriate to send them off with one final message to the world.

My father died when we got to the bunker. Unable to stand the sudden amount of heat, he collapsed and died later that night.

Ever since then, I was alone.

A frozen wind picked up, getting stronger every passing second. The bunker was only a mile out. I called in to tell them where I was.

My movement got slower but I urged myself on.

I had to keep the Cappelen family alive. Somehow.

My body suddenly made contact with the ice. I couldn't get up. Voices were shouting in the distance. I closed my eyes, hoping to wake up in the infirmary ward at the bunker.

"Hello," said Sofie when I woke up.

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A/N: Thank you all for reading this. This entry was particularly hard to write because of the whole premise-- All of Earth, essentially, being killed off, which is related to one of my biggest fears.

(That being said, I love how this is my second of my favourite entry so far.)

Word count: 499 words, excluding the A/N.