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.