I stared at the waves for the longest time, watching them grow larger and larger. All life on the planet was gone. All except for one large blue beast, making the waves larger, and a red beast battling it with the red hot intensity of the sun.
It's been a day since they reported that child dead. All the plans I had for making the world better, all my hope was drained of me. My associates, old and new, were on that one submarine with me. Both our organizations had considerably shrunk. Many were killed by the climate changes brought by the battles of the two creatures. Many more succumbed to starvation or madness. Originally, the fights were just words, but me and him, we were so busy trying to repair our pasts, we didn't notice the violence until it was too late.
"Hey Max," he said. I looked up, tears welling in my eyes.
"Why," I croaked out. "Why did he have to die? Why couldn't we have stopped this from going too far?"
"I don't know," he responded. "But I can't keep living like this." I had to agree with him. Ever since everyone but us died out, depression hit harder. Every day, I see more skeletons, sun bleached, floating on the water. The boiling hot water. When I turn on the TV, I just see madness in the regions that weren't hit as bad as us. Rioting, looting, migration patterns screwed up. The weather going crazy. And every single time, I think "It's all my fault."
I hear the now familiar distant roars of the creatures. Usually, I go to my room and stroke my friend's fur, but he died last night. This pushes me over the edge. I pull a gun with a stylized, lava looking M on it.
"Don't do this Max," he says. "It's not worth it." A firey camel with two rocky humps on it begins to cry its protests. But I don't hear them. I put the gun to my temple.
"Goodbye, Archie. Goodbye, Camerupt." I pull the trigger and a second later, all I see is blackness.