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Jerome felt full of the joys of spring, which was a strange expression to use, considering that the passing seasons had become irrelevant since The Event. The apartments were completely cut off from the world outside, which had turned into a desolate, grey, rain-filled landscape, a collage of dark sinister shadows as the hours passed from day to night and back to day again. There was nothing outside to warrant any interest, no desire to explore the world beyond his own four walls. Swarms of cockroaches were the only life form that now roamed the planet, feeding on the rotting refuse of past generations of mankind.
Just like his friends, Jerome had been selected as a survivor, one of the few to restart the human race should the opportunity arise. But, until that time, they were all obli
