What do you think endures?
Do you think a great city endures? (NO. EVEN A CITY CONSISTING OF 15 MAPS DID NOT ENDURE)
Or a teeming manufacturing state? or a prepared constitution? or
the best built steamships? (NO. NO. NOPE. IT'S A PITY WE DON'T HAVE SHIPS)
Or hotels of granite and iron? or any chef-d'oeuvres of engineering,
forts, armaments? (NO)

Away! these are not to be cherish'd for themselves,
They fill their hour, the dancers dance, the musicians play for
them,
The show passes, all does well enough of course (TILL WE HAVE ELECTRICITY),
All does very well till one flash of ZOMBIES.

What invigorates life invigorates death (THE WEAKER THE ZOMBIES AND THE STRONGER YOU ARE THE MORE CHANCES TO DIE, RIDICULOSLY),

And the dead advance as much as the living advance (IF YOU ADD THE LOST SKILL POINTS – AND SOME ADDITIONAL ONES, SAY, YOU DO NOT REMEMBER HOW MANY OF THEM YOU HAD BEFORE, HONESTLY – AFTER YOUR DEATH, YOU, OF COURSE, ADVANCE EVEN MORE THAT THE LIVING),

And the future is no more uncertain than the present (YEP, NO CERTAINTY AT ALL),

For the roughness of the earth and of man encloses as much as the delicatesse of the earth and of man (WE ARE ROUGH AND DELICATE AT THE SAME TIME DURING THE ERA OF APOCALYPSE, MY DEAR OBJORKA),

And nothing endures but personal qualities (IF YOU CHOSE GOOD PERSONAL QUALITIES – NOT THE ONES THE FIRST CVALDA AND VALENTINA CHOSE – YOU WILL ENDURE).

The clock indicates the moment — but what does eternity indicate?

We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers,
There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.

But, certainly, it’s not so easy to survive at the end of the world… Besides cooking, fishing, cleaning your own blood, sewing and reading, you have to scavenge. Some do it better, some…not so well… Unfortunately, Rosita wasn’t the last woman standing (literally)… There were hard times and heavy duties laid on the shoulders…. She just couldn’t bare it (in all senses).

However, Rosita shall rise again…new, brave, strong and still fashionable. And Maggie, the President, former Hedgehog, will always remain. And, oh Lord, let them both live until the winter!

Maggie was gone for a long time. Nobody really knew where she was and when she would come back. They said she was gone looking for something special, looking for art, for life that made sense… others said she was just studying Spanish away from the people, alone in a room of her own.

But then, when she is ready, she returns to Hilltop, or Paradise… Rosita, the last – oh, I, of course, wouldn’t say so – woman on Earth, greets her with joy and they continue to live together.

Actually, their life there is quite usual and even peaceful: away from the big cities, hidden in the woods, they hardly see walkers.

Answering your plea: once Project Susoid is finished, I definitely will return to Project Zomboid.