From His Point of View
The world is burning. Everything is dying. Many things are wilting. There are only about two hundred people left alive. The only beautiful thing left alive is Her. “We need to find shelter!” She yelled through the crashes and booms. “Some where open would be best,” I replied. The buildings were crumbling to the ground for almost no reason. We went to the beach. It was empty. It was 3:47 pm. We would stay here until the end. We sat alone on the beach. The end was getting closer. Suddenly, the ground started shaking. I saw sand, sifting into a small fault in the ground. “Run!” I yelled. We ran for God knows how long. But at last, we were safe. We sat down on the sand and waited. Waited to die. She looked at me and She said, “I love you.” I started to cry.