Humanity's Endgame

Humanity's endgame was only the beginning for me. Aliens ended life as we know it on Earth. Not on purpose I should add, though that didn't matter to the billions who died. But it turned out, in some respects, surviving was even worse. My family used to say good thing I was pretty. In case you were wondering, it didn't help when the end of the world arrived. Alone, and afraid, somehow, I managed to hold on.
Foraging for supplies. Eking out a hidden existence. Avoiding the mutants that emerged after the alien plague. I'd resigned myself to dying alone, which was when I literally fell into Xavion's arms. And I managed to find love in the apocalypse.