I didn't want to listen to the street preacher, but I had to wait there.
"And again, dear friends, the texts are clear, we are in the end of times! And what will you be doing when the world collapses?"
"I'll be dead."
I muttered it under my breath, but his hearing was better than I thought.
"But what if you are not, sir? What then?"
"Society fully collapses? I'm playing the odds, I won't survive. What makes you think you'll survive?"
"My faith-"
"Statistics beats faith."
I recall that every morning, as I awaken to this new post-society hell.
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