The Wasteland of Death, the Barren Hellscape: a two-thousand acre area void of life.
The grass was brown and withered. The trees once lush with colorful leaves were gray and its branches brittle. Even the humans who had once inhabited the land were now nothing but corpses left to rot in the fields like common filth.
Death had claimed the city of Roah, yet there were two lives that had yet to be taken.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" A man asked a woman as he sat down next to her inside a dark lightless house.
"I'm feeling good, what about you?"
"I found some nearby rations so I'm feeling better compared to yesterday."
"Yeah, yesterday wasn't the best of days," the woman agreed. "We hid from those Abyssiaries for what seemed like ages."
"It was so worth it though, we got the food and I found a place to charge my phone. What about you, find anything useful?"
"Well one of the shops had a surplus of Skittles, so that was nice."
The woman smirked at the man's response. "Haha, I see that you're looking for the necessities."
She found it nice that they could still crack jokes like in the past, even if they were in such a bleak situation.
The man glanced away from the woman as a slight blush emerged on his cheeks.
"On a different subject, I found a place free of Abyss creatures that we can visit."
"Oh, and what is it?"
"The Ronan Museum. You always said you wanted to visit it."
"Well that was before the Rupture, but I'd still be ok with going."
"It'll be just the two of us, just like old times."
"Speaking of old times," she fidgeted with a small silver ring with a glowing diamond stud embedded on its head. "It was our anniversary yesterday. I can't believe it's been two years since you proposed."
"I can't either."
"Once this is over, take me on a formal date."
"Crepes at Johnson's?"
"If they're still standing by the time this is over."
ZzzzzzzzzZzzzzzzz.
As silence prevailed inside the house a peculiar buzzing suddenly replaced the white noise.
"Wait, did you hear that?"
"Yeah, I know that sound."
Confirming their fears, the shadow of a large winged creature appeared at the entrance of the house.
An Abyssiary.
"There are humans here. Exterminate them!" a voice said in a raspy strident tone.
"Shit, they found us."
"They must have followed us back. We have to hurry-"
"Huh, What's wrong--HEY GET AWAY FROM HER."
The woman was no longer on the floor, in fact her feet were no longer on the ground.
An Abyssiary had managed to enter the room unnoticed, and the woman was the one to suffer because of their ignorance. The long-nosed creature had pierced her stomach with its claws and lifted her up in the air as blood spewed out of the open wound.
"G-g, g-get away."
The woman pleaded with what little life she had left.
"No, I'm not leaving you."
"It's alr-ready t-too late, r-run….."
The man closed his eyes in regret before running away through the back door. They had made it in case of situations like this, though the two had intended to escape through it together. The man bolted into the street and ran with no clear destination in mind. All he knew was that he needed to get very far away. Far enough to where the Abyss wouldn't pursue him.
'God damn it, why'd it end up like this?'
'If I noticed it a little faster, I could've saved her.'
He was tempted for a moment to stop running and accept his impending doom, but his wife's pleading eyes were his sole motivation to keep on running.
He had to survive. No, he needed to survive.
'C'mon, keep on going. I have to keep on running.'
"There's the last one. Exterminate him."
zzZzzzZzzzzzz.
'Faster, I need to go faster.'
"Exterminate."
Though he had far exceeded his previous capabilities, the biological restrictions that came with his humanity was a wall that he could never surmount. The Abyssiary soon caught up with him, and thus his fate was sealed.
"STAY BACK! Get away from me!"
The man stumbled in fear and fell onto the ground as the Abyssiary loomed over him, its demonic face shrouded in darkness.
'Stop it, please. I don't want to die.'
'I don't want to die.'
'I don't want to die.'
'I don't want to di-'
Whish.
With a reverberating slice, death claimed the last human life in Roah.
And soon thereafter, death claimed the last human life on the planet.
There was no rebellion. There was no resistance.
The Earth fell quietly.