Synopsis
Slipped into the end times, day one: stumbled on a notebook. Fine, starting to write things down now. Slipped into the end times, day two: came across some bread and water bottles. Fine, at least I won't starve yet. Slipped into the end times, day three: found a dog. Except it's made of metal. Its eyes light up. Fine, no more feeling my way through darkness when night hits. Slipped into the end times, day four: the dog gets cold. Holding it close doesn't help warm it up. What good are you anyway? … Slipped into the end times, day…
