"Sweetie my phone is out of memory and I want a photo of us!" Full Red lips whispered an inch from my ear. I turned and was trapped by her ocean blue eyes. Her long blond pig tails seemed to crumple as she pouted.

I leaned over and kissed her nose in reply. She bit her lower lip as only she can do. I raised my eyebrow and she rose to the challenge. She reached her hands in both my front pockets and She found everything she was looking for.

" you guys know we are still here right" that was my best friend jason. He and his girlfriend Mary Jane had been best friends with me and Sarah since freshmen year of high school in Maine.

"No.nono. this is no good I want a picture with you in action with you hiker backpack. The mountaineer. The sexy Explorer. The idiot who is taking two weeks off of our last summer vacation together before college". She bit her bottom lip again" I am sure there must be something I can give You to make you stay"

I looked at her ass as she leaned over the back seat to grab my backpack and she gave a very firm nod. Passing on Two weeks of sexual expirimentation i shook my head. Stupid cherished dreams.

I don't remember how it started but during freshmen year I had decided for graduation I would go on a two month long adventure down the Appalachian trail on my own. I stuck with it and by the time I graduated I had my mind thoroughly changed by my girlfriend. .

As my three friends drove away to spend the next two weeks of summer relaxing by the beach I was excited to begin. I reached to grab my phone. I had music and audio books to listen to. I. Also had a solar panel accessory charger so I was set. Everything except for my phone. harly quin( her nick name because of the resemblence) that sexy bitch who was a poor excuse for a girlfriend had taken my phone. I had no where and no one to to call her back....fuck...fuckity fuckity fuckity fuck.

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Several days later

"42 bottles of beer on the wall...42 bottles of beer...."

Suddenly a large blue screen shot up in front of my face. They say you have three responses fight flight or just stand there waiting for the end. I did neither of the three. I let out a high pitched shriek and backed away until I tripped over a log and gracefully blacked out as a sickening crunch rung in my ears

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The supremacy of humanity has at last come to its end. The world as you understand it will cease to be an exchanged for something much more challenging to survive in. Loss of life in the 24 hours following the change is expected to reach 75% of all humans. However we are kind and give you 42 hours to prepare.

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