The End

I met him at the end of the war and the world.
    Amid dust and smog and fluttering debris. Amid the reek of dry blood and ash and death. Amid silence.
    We must have been the last two survivors on Earth.
    “What have we done?” he murmured, gazing wide-eyed across the moonscape.
    I scuffed a piece of shrapnel. “We got angry, I guess.”
    “Everything’s gone…”
    “Yeah.”
    “What do we do now?”
    “Don’t know… Start over, I guess.”
    We looked at each other.
    “What’s your name?” he asked.
    “Dawn,” I said.
    “I’ll call you Eve.”
 
 
                                                    THE BEGINNING