"I believe it's 2499? It was the last time I saw a calendar. And...it's the end of the world. Maybe. It all depends on what one person chooses and it's not me. I am...a soldier. Not a general."

Dezba looks deeply relieved at being someplace which isn't the school. "I hope so. Maybe the outdoors will smell right?" Rust, dust, decay, pollution, and above all the rot of garbage