What came after was silence. After the deaths, after opening monsters of nothing but nightmare on the world, after awakening ancient gods and ending the world came the unsettling quiet that signaled it was really over.
It was over, and Marty and Dana were still there, still intact. They'd get up from their place at the bottom of the steps and walk through the empty building and outside; navigate their way back to people, humanity-a town or something, at least.
But instead, it was like their karma. where there was once everything, there was now nothing. New York City itself had probably become a ghost town by now.
Everyone was gone, all they had was each other. Which was funny, because in the beginning they weren't even friends really. He was always 'Jules' friend Marty' and she was always 'Jules' friend Dana.' She'd been there always, in the background when he had his first joint and hiding behind Him that one time Jules had convinced them to crash a frat party. They'd loved each other from the start, it was just whether or not they were going to admit it.
Now, however, admitting it didn't matter so much anymore, there was so much silence that they didn't need words, their emotions existed in the ways they touched, the way he held her body in his and the look she gave him whenever she was about to make a hard decision.
And as they passed the now-empty towns and cities, sometimes on car, sometimes on foot, Marty would make sarcastic remarks and Dana would just be grateful that she still had him to watch out for her, to protect her from any creepy gas station workers that came their way. And in this world, that would be a welcome sight.
The world had ended, and they had just missed it.
"The whole world Marty..." She had said, thinking of all the babies and the children and the innocents that would die. The whole world, that meant a lot of people; but apparently, it didn't mean them.