Description: No-one survives the illness. And once the disease hits and you're thrashing around in interminable agony, your best friend becomes the closest person with a gun. There are twelve humans left, and I'm the healthiest. This means that I'll have to finish off the entire human race before I inevitably succumb as well. I am now a good killer. My parents, before I shot them the other week, said I was the best. But all this murder is messing with my head - especially when I remember that the account I'm writing is likely to be read only by humanity's successors, presumably a species of intelligent mutant cockroach. So join me as I take a gun to the head of the beautiful Kathy, enigmatic Tran, workmanlike Webber, the continually sobbing Cleo, the marvelous Clutterbuck family and drunken Felix. I know what you're thinking, though. Where does that leave me? Who will be my triggerman? Well that, my scaly friends, is the sixty four thousand dollar question... Extinct: a tale of insanity and redemption told by a mass murderer to a bunch of bugs.

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