He stood at the edge, his toes just over, looking out beyond the horizon, to the land of tomorrow - a safe haven. Tomorrow wasn't all that far away; all he had to do was jump, then tomorrow would come, and everything would be over, all the pain and the sorrow, all the loss that had come with being one of the last people on Earth. He would be far away from the mess Earth had become - he would be back with his family. They may not have been blood-related, and they may have hated him, (and vice-versa), but they were all he had, and they had been there for him when he felt the uttermost alone. All he had to do was take one step.
"Stop," someone cried out. Ryan knew exactly who said it - the boy who had been there from the beginning, Harry.
"Why should I? There's nothing left here - the world is dead. How much longer do we have? If I don't do it now, I'll probably still die tomorrow - they're on their way. This is the edge of the world, the only place that isn't infected, but it's not going to stay that way forever."
"I'm coming too then." The smaller, blonde boy walked up to him and grasped his hand. He wasn't 10 anymore, though, not like when he first met him. He was 14, but to him, he was still that little boy.
The sun was setting for the last time; no one would see the colours in the sky - the reds and oranges and purples - no one would witness the beauty anymore; there was no one left to witness it, no one alive anyway. He had taken it for granted his entire life, but now, when it was about to end, was the only time he could truly appreciate it all, the way it reflected on the ocean - it looked so calm, inviting.
He looked behind him, at the chaos that had been caused in only a year - 7,584,821,144 gone. All he could see was a wasteland, for miles and miles; there was nothing that could be used to distinguish the planet as Earth. He could also see them, coming, ready to kill. It wasn't their fault - they used to be like him, but the disease changed them, the chaos changed them, and now they were monsters, brainless, heartless, nothing left to define them as human. That's what the disease did, it destroyed everything that made someone human, and soon enough that would be them. He would rather die human than become something he wasn't.
"We need to jump now."
"One." He took a deep breath, clutching on to the smaller boy's hand harder.
"Two." The looked at each other and smiled.
"Three." They jumped. Falling into the water that would end it all. He was the reason the human race ended.
Thank you very much to Justice237 for proof-reading this and helping with the summary:) You should all go check out his stuff cause he's really awesome - he's got a new fic called The Flood which is really really good