Endling: the Last, Katherine Applegate

We didn’t want to believe our days were numbered. But here is what we did know: Once we’d been many, and now we were few, 

My parents feared I would be the first among us to die when trouble came, and trouble, they knew, was fast approaching. 
I was small. And sometimes disappointing. 
But I knew I could be brave as well. I was not afraid to be the first to die. 
I just did not want to be the last to live.

I did not want to be the endling.