“I think I just met the happiest person in the world!”

Jonathan reflects on the last few hours. They were strange. It has only been a couple of days but everything seems so bleek.

Up until meeting her, i was convinced that we were the only two that made it. After the crash, the world shattered. Between the volcanic eruptions, the tsunamis, and the massive weather events, it seemed as though the worlds population had been completly wiped off the map. Everything was desolate. Smoke from all the fires and explosions covered the sun and created an eerie grey lens that filtered out all the joy from the light that pushed its way to the surface. No birds sang. No bees buzzed. Just a big empty nothingness. Now that all the cataclysmic events had subsided the silence took over.

I think thats why jonathan and i spoke as often as we did. The lack of noise was scary. If we werent talking we were walking. The crunch of the dead earth beneath the our shoes broke the silence and helped quell the insanity that was creeping in.

After what seemed like months, but was really just days, of scavenging for basic necessities just to stay alive, we saw her.

She was a glimmer of hope amongst the deafening nothingness. A light amongst the overwhelming gloom.

Somehow she was clean, not a single mark on her lustrous, pale skin. Her hair was perfectly kept, and appeared to have been washed within the past couple of hours. For her, it appeared, none of the events that marred the history of the last week had occured.

We watched her from afar, not believing she was real. She couldnt be. How could this angel have risen,like a pheonix, from the ashes of a world lost. She moved with grace and precision from one small plant to the next. Tending what was sure to be the one and only garden on the entire planet. She worked tirelessly without even so much as breaking a sweat. It was a sight to behold. You could get lost just watching her do the most mundane of tasks.

And we did.

Before long night had fallen and in an instant she was gone. Never to be seen again. Was she a figment of our imagination. She couldnt be. Right. I mean we both saw her. How could that even be possible. Surely two people couldnt see the same mirage.

“You saw her too?” I asked Jonathan.

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Silence was the only response!