The only way out is through

The world was harsh. The land was harsh. Fire all around me and car crashes. I wished there was a better life somewhere. Maybe below? Maybe up? For now, I must find out how to live in this place. Maybe it could be in the subway, below. Or the tower up.

Up, down, left, right. Searching for escape. Smoke burns lungs. Apocalyptic hell. Try to scale tower, but zombie vultures peck at my head. Bunker in the subway and fiery plague rats try to cuddle me. I meditated eyes closed, as another car crashes into flame. Sudden epiphany!!!!

Maybe mortality was never the key. Maybe this wasn't something to escape, just like The extinguished dinosaurs, and mammoths we're next in line. And all thanks to a self destruction. Should we not reap what we sow.

It’s been nearly a century now that humanity has known what we are doing to ourselves. Apparently we’re fine destroying our habitat. Some even embrace it. Those of us in this room disagree, however, and we are taking steps to ensure the human race survives somehow.

Together, we have used all our remaining tech to get in contact with aliens from other worlds for advice. Shockingly, many other races from other worlds experienced similar things, and pitied us. Collating their advice and generous tech donations, we saved the entire world! ~Fin~