As the day progressed, I learned more and more. Most of it was from interacting with Snippy, who seemed to have vast knowledge on basically everything that happened when I was gone, but had limited intelligence of his own. I mean, he seemed like a smart person, and probably the only sane person besides me left, but he seemed just so... Average.
Not that it's bad, it's just that I was hoping to be able to converse in depth about a few scientific things with someone, even though the chances of that were highly unlikely in a world with just five remaining survivors.
As Snippy and I trudged through the snow, he informed me that the world did in fact end by the hands of mass pollution, and then finished off by the hands of Doctor Alexander Gromov. I wanted to punch that basterd for destroying everything I loved, but I can only blame myself for the intentions of never seeing my loved ones again anyways. Thanks to him, as if the toxic air wasn't killing us, the survivors, fast enough, he deci