In Earth's final year, only two people remain.
Beneath the wreckage-strewn land, those things no longer look like zombies.
Two children stood at the very top of the world. The last flower in an oxygen tank scattered its petals among the dust of the mutants.
"Did you see that? The rose petals really stand out, don't they?"
"I'd say they're vivid."
"This really is the golden age you wished for: just the two of us."
"Quiet, they're coming again."
The boy raised the gun in his hands and pointed it at the girl. With one final sigh, they both fell into a pool of zombie blood.
