The perimeter was okay. I went all the way down to the river and filled my bottles with water. I stayed there for a while, watching the sunset. I know it's dangerous, but for a moment I felt happy. I remembered one day, when my brother was still alive. And told me about the world that he lived for a while. Told stories about heroes. I miss him a lot. I didn't actually met my parents. Marcel took care of me, until he couldn't anymore. Returning to the main topic, I didn't saw the world before it's "end". I will use quotation marks every time I refer to the "End of World" because I don't think this is the end. It's a terrible world indeed but not the end. At least today I realised it. There is still hope. That sunset, was so beautiful, so different from the rest of the aspect of the rest. But the sun is my reality, it is real. So if the sunset is still magnificent, even with all the chaos, I bet the world have a chance of restoring to it's glory days.