The world’s End: Way of depression

Years had passed since the harrowing days of Noah and Sarah's initial struggles for survival. The settlement they helped build had grown into a bustling town, a beacon of hope in the post-apocalyptic landscape. Children's laughter echoed through the streets, markets thrived with barter and trade, and the fields yielded bountiful harvests.

Noah and Sarah, now elders in the community, were revered for their leadership and the sacrifices they made. Their names became synonymous with resilience and perseverance. They watched with pride as the town flourished, knowing that their efforts had not been in vain.

One spring morning, as the town prepared for the annual festival celebrating their survival and growth, Noah sat on a bench in the central square, watching the preparations. His once youthful face was now lined with age, but his eyes still held the same determination and warmth.

Sarah joined him, her steps slower but steady. She sat beside him, and they shared a moment of quiet reflection, watching the townspeople work together.