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Unfortunate Earth. Wind on a dark night and ash in the canopy of trees. Wild dogs exaggerating this empty and dark landscape. The roar of rivers that are pouring out and changing the landscape without stop. People are long gone, and somewhere they form, just small groups. Community societies. Some set out to look for people and never found them. This country is full of pitfalls and death. Maybe that's how they ever imagined the end of the world. Eternal darkness. The sun will only show up for a short while, and it will be covered immediately by darkness. Once upon a time, hundreds of billions of people lived on the globe. How many live in this dark time? No one knows the exact number. The legends of the land that lies behind the ocean are known to all the lost, and it is the dream of every person in this darkness. This country is said to own technology and is so advanced that its inhabitants fly into space and inhabit other planets. All the losers in the land of darkness since their birth will not say their first word, Mommy, but Mexico. All children know stories about him. This country owns flying machines, large funfairs and air plans for fun flights. The land of darkness no longer has a name. It's empty and dark. Nature is enraged and doing what it takes. One can no longer influence it, because it no longer lives here, and even those who still live here will soon disappear. Lack of food, poisoned waters, erupting volcanoes... Many were created artificially by the people themselves. The Earth occasionally opens itself up and absorbs what has long been under the influence of new earth. The land of nothing.

Whoever's still here to live has no hope of survival. Those who still rule and are alive embark on a journey across this menacing dark nature, and their only guide is the swaying of night birds. If they don't make it, they'll become their victims. The only hope of a new life to save from this horror is mythically Mexico.

The wind was blowing black heavy clouds, but more and more sinister drove behind them. The darkness was black and scary. The gust of wind sounded like all the mountains were crumbling and perhaps the whole world was crumbling with them. The darkness that reigned on planet Earth has never been as terrifying as this time. Ash and dust have covered the world in which Roxana wanders across these terrifying paths, which have neither a beginning nor an end. The ashes covered the vast majority of the transitional parts. Others are torn and burned to dust. Animals died out after a big bang that smucked everything off the ground, like when a man blows dust out of old books. Only a small percentage of them were left, spreading across the country. They're mostly crazy aggressive dogs. Storms that make it difficult for Roxane to seek intermediate routes and overnight refuges. The four-legided friend of the man, who was hidden beneath the surface of the earth at the time of the bang, in the cellars or in the basements of houses and buildings, was astonishing. His senses were sequealed and he stopped distinguishing a moving being from his old friend a man. Everyone's just prey running out and guaranteed not to let her escape. The endless friendship between man and dog is only a long time ago. Besading, four-legid and bone-seating hunters are overdoing the darkest nooks and downs in the ruins of former towns and buildings. They lurk around the corner of the darkest parts of basements and abysses and stretch marks. If their teeth get ed into something, they won't let go. They are a scare for pilgrims with this wilderness and nothing. One woman from a large lake, a community of 10 found, decided to take this endless journey and get to mythy Mexico. On this journey, he will have to survive even without shelter and food, and finally swim across the ocean on wooden vessels that have been thrown ashore by great water. One pilgrim died in the case.

The road along the waterfalls provides pilgrims with drinking water and shelter in the rocks from dogs. Roxana stares at this falling water and holds a spear made of light metal in her hand. Knives that meet the purpose of the cute weapon are tethered to its sides. She decided to spend the night in the rocks next to the waterfall. Nearby, there was something going on between the big rocks. Roxana sharpened and took the stance of the fighter waiting to be attacked. Everything went dark over and over again. Suddenly, cutting ears showed up from the tall grass. The expression in the eyes of this creature foreshadowed only one. He quietly began to approach, but Roxana continued to stand still. She followed him and powerfully snaked a spear in her right hand. The wild dog suddenly pulled up and set off on the attack. He ran and jumped Roxane right by the neck. But she was smarter. In a quick turn, it shrunk to the right side and the dog hit the ground with a snail. By the time he recovered and re-erected on all four paws, a woman had put a sharp spear against his neck. Suddenly, his hunter's gaze turned into a frightened little dog begging for mercy. By skiling, he tried to soften Roxana, but she didn't want to back down. In this world, only the stronger one wins, but did she have the power to kill him? After a while, her hands broke down and she took pity on this strange species. She slowly pulled the spear away from his neck.

The dog stayed seated and watched Roxana in a measured glance. When he understood that he had lost the battle and would not find his livelihood here today, accompanied by the scum, he ran into the high grass covered in falling ashes. He may have lost today, but he'll be more vigilant next time. Roxana took a sething and slowly took a look at the waterfalls. According to the lines on the dwelling from the rubble of various materials, she turned 17. Her snow-white hair reaching over her shoulders lit up her dark attire. She wore a garment made of fur, which hunters withdrew from the seines found in endless forests in the north of the country. Her medium-rise figure reveals the mission of pilgrimage and warrior. In everyday struggles for survival, even a woman becomes the perfect fighter. Now he can use all his knowledge by wandering into the promised land. At night, hungry dogs could be heard slinging in the vast forest. Roxana slid into a kitten position and slept through the night with a spear in her hand. The morning was as dark as ever, but the dawning of dogs has stopped. It moved westwards, from where you can sometimes see flashes of energy rays that no longer fall into this country. You can only see their flashes in the distance across the ocean. The ashes fell from the sky to the whole country. Gray color is a sign of the ending world. The pilgrim walked through the rugged roads and heavily transient rock barriers, where the only auxiliary support is her spear. She was going through the dark nooks and rocks of the woods. Across smaller rivers, she sailed to the other bank and made rafts over the larger ones from branches buried in grey ash. On this endless journey, she fought wild dogs who ripped off her clothes and left the prints of her teeth on her hands and feet.

Winter has come. White snow was mixed with falling ash and again everything was gray. But this time also cold and icy. On the way to the ocean, Roxana found the seines of wild dogs.