Love… for the past year all I could think about is how fast he makes my heart beat. Before the nuclear explosion we use to have picnics at the beach then watch the sunset. I loved him and he loved me. Oh what a shame this had to happen.

The first month I never stopped looking for him. Even when it was still to dangerous to go outside. I looked and looked and looked, but still found nothing. Well nothing until two weeks ago. I went to a meadow on the out skirts of our home town. I was taking in the sweet smell of all the flowers until a rotten stench reached my nose. I walked five more feet then screamed. There he was, his life less body burned and shriveled. The only reason I could still recognize him is because I saw the heart shaped pendant I gave him. I wept for a week.

When I finally stopped crying I was burning with rage. I decided to take my anger out on anyone who was left. I’ve spent the last week hunting down every living thing that remained. Right now there is no living thing except me and one other thing. I’ve seen it’s heartbeat on the machines I acquired when I broke into the science lab that started this whole thing.

One more thing until I have my revenge. I’ve been tracking it for 2 days, and now I am a quarter mile away from it. I’m running and running and I won’t stop till I’ve killed this creature. I’ve reached the spot we’re the signal is coming from and sprint out. I stab the creature in the heart with a knife and let out a laugh.

“I’ve done it, I’ve gotten my revenge for the death of my beloved!”

“Ellie?”

I’m startled at the sound of my name, I forgot that I even had a name. I look at the face of the animal to see that it’s a human, but not just any human.

“Jayden?” I ask with a crack in my voice “I though you were dead, I saw a body with your necklace.”

“Well cupcake, Im not dead.” he says with a chuckle, “Well not until now.”

“No don’t leave me, I need you, I went crazy at the thought of you dead!” I plead with him hoping I can fix my mistake. I shake him but I can tell he’s already dead.

Dread is all I can feel. I went psycho when I fought he was dead but now it’s my fault he’s actually dead.

I don’t know why I don’t get up and walk away. Perhaps I’ve gone into post traumatic shock.

I get a thought in my head and consider it. This is the only way I will be happy. I’ve made the decision. I can’t live in this world without anyone, especially with out him. I look at his lifeless body then bring the knife up to my throat. This is for the better. I slice my throat and then drift off into the numbness of death.