-It's the third of june 2017, known also as 'the end'. Not that I blame them for calling it like this in the slightest. I mean, our volcanoes started erupting with incredible pressure in the last few months, earthquakes are becoming the norm and tsunamis are all over the place. We are basically fucked.

Anyway, why am I writing this down, you ask? Simple enough. We are dying. Nothing will change this. Our world is meant to die before the end of this day, tomorrow at best. I'm leaving this message in hopes that whoever finds this will not do our same mistakes.

But, let's go with order. After all, I only have one shot at this. It all started with the nuclear wastes we polluted our world with. First it was the fish changing. We should have noticed that warning. Yet, we didn't. We were stupid and stubborn, not willing to realize our own idiocy.

Next was the grass. Everything was slowly wilting and crippling. Only when it started to affect humans we panicked. It was finally clear. We condemned ourselves to death, and if not that, maybe something even worse.

It's the third of June 2017. The end of humanity. My name is Daniel and I am warning you. To whoever reads this: don't mistake this for simply a story, or a fantasy. I am real, you are real. And this is happening. Our mistakes shall not ever be forgotten: we will remain in history for you to learn. Learn from our death, don't let it be in vain.-

A green room, with a bookshelf, a bed with orange sheets and a wardrobe in it. At the desk, sat a person. His hair is a chestnut brown, the same as his eyes. Thick build, with long legs and just a little fat on his belly. He's wearing a pair of blue jeans, dark blue shoes and a white T-shirt under his grey jacket. All in all, a plain young man. But if you looked closely you would have seen the stains on the book in front of him, more and more drops fell onto the last words he wrote, followed by a slight whimper.

A bitter laugh escaped Daniel's lips as he looked up from his desk and out of a window to his left. People were nowhere to be seen, not a single bird flying by, but that was to be expected: the pollution affected the smaller things at first.

A deep, cracked voice is heard: "So, this is it. My final day. Not what I expected, but definitely hasn't been the worst. That was a week ago. After all, I didn't ask to be this resistant to poisons. Who would have known that they would have left me all alone in this hellhole. Oh, well, I suppose I will see them soon enough. Mom, dad, sis. Give me just a couple more hours, and we'll meet again."

A slight shake was felt in the wooden floor. 'An earthquake. Nothing new, if not a bit annoying.' Daniel thought, heading to the door at the far wall from him. Walking in the kitchen of his house, he sat down on one of the couches situated on the right side of the room. Putting one hand in his pocket, he fished out a folded piece of paper. It's a picture, which represents him, in company of a man with black hair, same brown eyes as him and a few inches taller. His face shows some dents caused from his age, but looks still fairly young. On the other side of Daniel is a woman with mostly brown hair, although with some blonde tints here and there. Her eyes are green, with still a young spark in them. She's shorter than Daniel by half a head, and her visage shows the damage of time more than her husband, while leaving untouched her own charm. Finally, in Daniel's arms sits a little girl, around four years old, looking almost the same as her big brother, but without the glasses, and seems much more energetic than he is. The most peculiar thing about the picture, although everyone seeming happy, is in the eyes of the older son, which to a trained eye would show a quite wise person, despite his age and a sad tint, hidden behind a content look.

"Only now I realize all the stupid stuff I did. Just when it's too late to actually fix any of this. Actually, now that I think about it, I can do something. I never said goodbye to him."

Having said that, Daniel put a hand in his pocket and whipped out a white smartphone, and then proceeded to compose a number and wait.

After a couple of seconds, a slightly crackling voice is heard on the other line:

"Hello, Daniel? Why are you calling me now at all times?"

"Hey, Alex. Sorry to bother your moping around, I was just doing that too. Anyway, I just wanted to tell you …that I'm sorry."

"What about? I don't understand."

"You see, after what happened, we were both sad, and I know that, but it still isn't an excuse for being so distant. I should have called you sooner, and make sure you're ok, but I didn't, and that was very selfish of me. So…I'm sorry."

"Ok, I get it now, but don't you worry about that. We're both going trough some hard stuff and I know it's hard, but at least we still have each other, right?"

"Well, thanks for being there. Would you look at that, I wanted to call so I could make it up to you, and yet, I'm feeling even more guilty."

"As I said, don't worry. I forgive you, You're my best friend after all."

"Thanks, man. I needed to hear that more than I knew. If you need me in the next hours, I'm here for you."

"That's good to know. But…could we talk some more? I'm feeling really alone here."

"Of course, buddy. If you want I can come over, how about it?"

"That would be nice. How about we meet halfway between our places?"

"Good idea, see you there."

"Ok, see you soon."

And so, Daniel picked himself off the couch and started heading towards Alex's house. While walking he reminded himself how the town had changed from when he was younger. The blue sky became grey, from all the noxious gases into the atmosphere, the people walking around became very few, and wouldn't stay in one place for long, most shops closed lately, since so many people died, and couldn't get any money, or the owners died. The cars had been banned in the general panic, even tough some still used them, not giving a single fuck about the law, which could as well stopped existing, since they were all bound to die nonetheless. After a couple of minutes of walking, Daniel came across a crossroad, and there he saw, running towards him, his best friend Alex. Daniel took a second to look at his friend, and remember the good times they spent together. Even tough Alex was two years younger than Daniel, he was very mature and understanding, for being only 13 years old. They had known each other for 4 years, their parents knowing each other, they spent a good deal of time together, and seemingly they had a lot of interests in common, like music, videogames, and an absolute loathing for school. And while they sometimes had different points of view, they understood and cared about each other nonetheless. Alex was 4 ft. 9 inches tall, reaching only at Daniel's upper chest, him being 6 ft. 2 inches tall. He has chestnut eyes like Daniel, and hair of a lighter shade, with a blonde streak in the front and a thin but athletic build. His face is very juvenile, even tough it is noticeable that he had cried recently. He was wearing a yellow shirt under a grey open hoodie, caramel colored pants and white sneakers.

Once close enough, Daniel kneeled a little to embrace the one that became family in that hell he called a world. After a couple seconds, the two step away from each other, and Alex said:

"Well, we're here. Now what?"

"Let's walk."

And with that, the two started wandering around aimlessly, sharing tidbits of conversation here end there, but mostly staying silent and enjoying the company of each other. After a while, they ended up in the outskirts of town, and sat down on the remainings of a building that obliviously collapsed thanks to the earthquakes. They just stayed there, looking at the sunset until the first stars started dotting the sky. In that moment Daniel said:

"Our last sunset. At least I'm glad we could stay with each other."

"So do I, man. So do I."*Yawn* "Well, I definitely am tired. But I don't want to go home. Can we just stay here, together?"

"Of course, buddy. Come here."

And with that, Alex leaned back on the pillar where Daniel was sitting.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Said Alex, looking at his friend, who was staring at the few visible stars.

"I don't think so. You can go to sleep, if you want to, but I just can't bring myself to do so."

"You know what? I'll stay awake for a bit more too."

After around fifteen minutes of stargazing, Alex broke the silence again:

"Look, Daniel! A falling star! Fast, make a wish!"

Daniel moved his gaze to where Alex was pointing, and true enough, there was a falling star. Daniel wasn't much one to believe in wishes, but he decided to humor his friend.

"Alright then. I wish we had a new chance. I wish we could bee somewhere where we could actually live a life worth to be remembered. That good enough?"

"That was alright, but I really don't think it is going to work."

"Heh. Worth a shot, right? And then, hoping a little wouldn't hurt. C'mon, It's late. Let's go to sleep."

Having said that, that the two huddled together and closed their eyes. Just as he was going to fall asleep, Daniel thought: 'I just wish to be able to protect who I have left'. And just like that, he fell asleep. Unaware of what was happening around them.

A couple hours later, the greatest shake since ever was felt, and fissures started crawling trough the ground. Eventually one reached the debris where our friends were sleeping, but something had changed: no one was there.