"Just relax, we're all old humans, nobody gains a thing by killing you."
"It's like... just trying to start a conversation, sheesh... We're such noobs that we don't even qualify to be killed. When will I ever evolve!"
"I want to evolve too. I was a wimp even before the Apocalypse, spending every day reading web novels, dreaming of the day I'd become the protagonist. Then the Apocalypse came, and I watched those laborers turn into new humans, calling the shots. I thought it was my chance, but damn, what happened?"
"Yeah, I was a loser before the Apocalypse, and I'm an even bigger loser after it."
With the first person opening up, the others began chiming in, mocking themselves as if it eased the misery of everyday life. None of the self-deprecation received validation from the others, as they all knew too well that such mockery was their way of coping with the faults they found hardest to explain.
"Haha, we're all the same, exactly the same."
