The first stars fell in ones and twos as they watched, heralds of the storm, each tracing a brilliant streak across the night sky. A constant stream of twinkling light soon filled heaven’s vault, a harbinger of the dark times to come. Collin stood, hands on his hips, his long blond hair shifting gently in the night breeze, staring up at the scene. “It’s almost beautiful, if you don’t think about it…”
Tears rolled down Ferrah’s dirt and blood grimed cheeks. “We have to find out who else made it before…” Her voice caught in her throat.
Collin reached over to caress the side of her face, tears and blood mingling on his palm as he drew his hand back. “We could be the last, you need to realize that. We barely survived as it is, and we had more warning that the others most likely did.” He warned her, not willing to spare her feelings, knowing that it would make things far worse in the long run if he did.
