Manel Loureiro

Despite the horror, we survivors were endowed with a will to survive. Or instinct. Or maybe it was faith.

Before the Apocalypse, the closest I'd gotten to death was buying steaks at the supermarket.

My balls shrank in terror. I was convinced we were going to die.

Cowards die many times before their deaths. The valiant never taste of death but once.

We never surrendered. We always kept in our hearts the most noble, beautiful feeling that sets human beings apart: hope.

I don't know if cats understand what their owners say, but they do have a strong survival instinct.

If we were the best hope the human race had for its salvation, things were more fucked up than I__ thought.