"I'm not cut out for this," I admit as the air around me gets thinner. "I'm not cut out for this world." His eyes stared into mine, never blinking. "You don't get to chose what you want the world today to be like. You do get to chose if you're gonna live or die, and you made that decision the second you followed me here." I let out a few deep breaths, my hands on my knees as I bend over in an attempt to catch my breath. "You know, I've been alive for a few hours, and I'm already wishing I was dead." "Welcome to the human apocalypse, Wilson." He pat my back and began walking away. "Glad you don't remember what happened before this," he sighed, "cause it was bad."