Epilogue
Man the Second paused to admire the cottage he and Man the First had had built on their little island off New Zealand years ago. From the outside, it looked like nothing more than a mundane little cottage. On the inside, though, it was much larger, with additional storage and living space going down below the surface at least six meters. It had been built during the Cold War, in case of a nuclear h*******t. With the dissolution of the Soviet Union, they’d changed their end game, and stocked the shelves in case of a pandemic, but now, since there was no chance any of those creatures would be able to make it to this desolate place, they could relax and enjoy their home.
He crossed to the path that led up to the cottage. They’d be safe.
Second was about to set foot on the porch th
