After a night of debauchery, Ray dragged himself out of bed with great effort.

He'd have loved nothing more than to sleep forever in that land of beauties, but the alien invaders were coming in just a few months. It was like a blade hanging over his head, a constant reminder that he couldn't just drown himself in pleasure, or he'd have nothing waiting for him but death.

Apocalypse, Day 82.

Truthfully, there wasn't much else Ray could do. Aside from using the little sapling each day to draw in