Park Jimin¹¹

«It may happen that instead of Tuesday there will be Thursday, and instead of Wednesday there will be August, and instead of Thursday there will be the end of the world!»
«The end of the world is unlikely. But there is always hope.»

The world was in chaos, but not like the movies showed. There were no walking dead or deadly viruses. The world was simply... empty. Cities and capitals began to become overgrown with moss and vines, and wild animals crept into homes. There were survivors, of course, but being alone with nature was difficult.

What exactly happened? No one really knows—although everyone had their own guesses and theories. Some believed in the end of the world, some in some secret project that got out of control, some in a virus... Perhaps they were all true. But who knows? Two years have already passed.

When it all happened, Jimin was only 15 years old. Just a teenager, left completely alone. Survival was difficult, but he tried his best. Of course, Jimin's life wasn't without some dark and sad moments, but he absolutely didn't want to die.

Jimin was smart, but timid and gentle. He couldn't harm anyone, be it an animal or, especially, a person. He tried to avoid absolutely any clashes or misunderstandings, because his life was too dear to him.

That evening, Jimin walked the streets of his run-down city, which until recently had been the capital of South Korea. He made his way quietly and timidly, trying not to make any noise. He quickly reached the 24-hour store with broken windows and carefully climbed inside, gathering his supplies into his briefcase.