Because in the end,
we are all irrelevant.
Especially me.
{A series of notes and letters written by a girl called Chloe McMullen, found in places you would least expect}
Natural disasters devastated the entire world, sending humanity into panic, and leaving behind nothing but a desolate wasteland. Loved ones were lost. Hopes and dreams were destroyed. Individual survival was all that mattered now. Chloe had lost everything, and it wasn't even the world ending that took it from her. Now she was left to wander the wasteland all alone. At least, that was what she thought.