Amongst the crumbling remains of a once-grand city, a woman lay curled in a mound of sand. The sand, from all over the city, whipped around her. The wind howled in her ears. In the distance, a rumbling rang out as another building collapsed.
She was alone, shivering from the icy air, with an infant in her arms.
The child was wrapped in dirty brown cloth, and was trying to make its cries louder than the wind. The woman hugged the infant, the one thing keeping her tethered to the world.
She must protect the child, for he was special. He was the last human in the world. Aside from the woman and her baby, the world was free of the human race. There were only ruins and sand for thousands of miles. The world had been torn to rubble and ashes.
It was getting harder and harder for the woman to stay in the world; the conditions were harsh, she was old and fragile, and yet she was determined to save this baby boy. She would endure any amount of pain to keep him alive. He would fix the world; she was sure of it.
But then a frozen blast of air hit her head-on, and she realized that she could hold on no longer. Her time had come.
She gave her child one last kiss and hugged him with her very last bit of strength. She curled around him as tight as she could, whispering a final goodbye.
Then the woman, like the world around her, faded into nothingness.