Donny drags the half-clothed, unconscious young girl through the mire, his hands trembling and face shadowed with paranoia. Muttering incoherently, he jerks at his hair, eyes darting to the horizon where monstrous silhouettes loom against the burning sky. He forces open the bunker door, descending into stifling darkness, his voice echoing about aliens, monsters, and demons. "They’re everywhere. They’re coming. No one is safe out there, not anymore,"

Donny washes and redresses the young girl, his hands both gentle and erratic, his gaze haunted. He sits nearby, rocking, mumbling about the horrors outside, his words tumbling into nonsense. The girl stirs, eyes fluttering open, confusion and fear etched across her face as she takes in the unfamiliar, claustrophobic space. "Good, you are awake. I’m Donny, and this is the bunker at the end of the world," "What did you do to me? Why am I here?"

The young girl refuses to believe Donny’s stories, her voice trembling as she accuses him of abduction. He paces, desperate and broken, insisting he saved her from the chaos above, describing the monsters, aliens, and demons that roam the wasteland. She listens, torn between doubt and the chilling conviction in his eyes. "You have to understand, I found you bleeding. I couldn’t just leave you. There’s nothing left up there but death," "I don’t believe you. I want out. Let me go!"

Donny and the young girl share fragments of their lives, their words mingling with the hum of the bunker’s generator. She speaks of her family, her boyfriend, her hopes for a future now lost; he recounts the years spent building this refuge, haunted by visions of annihilation. She dreams of escape, clutching to remnants of hope as he clings to survival, his manic devotion growing with each passing hour. "I was just going home. I had plans. I want my life back," "There is no life out there, not anymore. You’re the last human, and I must protect you,"

The young girl stands in the doorway, weapon raised, eyes burning with terror and resolve. Donny pleads, desperation twisting his face as he begs her to believe, to stay, to survive. She hesitates, but the claustrophobia and fear overpower her, and she fires—once, twice, three times—the shots echoing into the darkness as Donny collapses, reaching for her ankle. "Please, don’t open that door! There are aliens, monsters, and demons out there—please!" "I’m not staying here! I need to see for myself!" "Don’t! You don’t understand!" She fires again, silencing his pleas.

The young girl emerges, blinking into the inferno, her heart pounding as she takes in the devastation. Monstrous forms rampage across the scorched earth, and winged demons soar overhead, raining fire upon humanity’s ruins. In that moment, she realizes the terrible truth: Donny was right, and they truly were the last survivors. All eyes—alien, monstrous, and demonic—turn toward her, humanity’s final hope now exposed at the bunker’s threshold.