The sky was in overcast, like most of the time, with only few beams of light passing through. Hanuel just stared from the filthy beach shore, at the black/gray colored blanket that prevented him from feeling the happiness of the sun. It's dark color dispenses hopelessness to anyone's soul, who's eyes lay rest upon it. It dreary texture distorts the heart and vision, giving them this lifeless pain, call it simular to, JELOUSY, or even LONGING. The feeling that the dead have it better than you.

"If I keep staring, I'll forget the sky was ever blue."

Hanuel sighed.

"Besides, it's not like me to loose hope...I wanted to survive so badly, now I'm doing it."

The lad scooped up some of the water with an old bucket, the water was somewhat gray and murky, but Hanuel could slightly see his own reflection in it.

"Damn...seems like everything is trying to get me to loose hope...but I won't let it get to me-"

The lad smiled a little.

"Because I may not have the sun in the Earth's sky, but I know when I get back, there will be the sun of MY sky waiting for me."

Hanuel was referring to Heyool, a girl that not only is the only person he could trust, but has the same "Hanuel" serum, with that serum, they were able to survived with each other this far.

"I...I wonder if she's back at the shelter"

Only problem is that, Hanuel didn't know if she felt the same way. He wondered if she saw him...differently. Hanuel could only sigh at the matter.

"Maybe later...lets just get the water home..."

The shelter Hanuel referred to, was the concrete remains of appears to be an old research post, build upon by the two, located down a causeway like pit. The 'island ' however is probably just made by whatever they were hit by. So, it's most likely just a coastal area, that was severed by the huge explosion that wiped Korea, or even more than just Korea. Less radiation damage then what they originally seen elsewhere. How they got here is also a mystery, due to just waking up after a long time in some sorta hibernation they found themselves on the shoreline, along with hundreds to thousands of dead bodies, Thankfully they managed to clear the beach.

Hanuel climbed down the pit the shelter that was found. He stood outside the shelter with the bucket of water.

"H-Heyool? Are you here?"

Hanuel's eye's shifted from left to right, searching for his partner.

"Hanuel, ...I'm in the back."

Hanuel heard to voice of Heyool, and followed it's trace to back of the shelter. He stumbled upon Heyool, on her knees, tending to the withering garden.

"It's dying, guess it's a sign of Nuclear Winter..."

Heyool said, fading with disappointment. Hanuel could just stare, as Heyool just tended to the dying plants. He finally mustered up some words

"Nuclear W-winter? How do you know winter is coming?"

Heyool lifted her head at Hanuel. Her look was almost annoyed, not at Hanuel, but at the fact they were doing just fine, until now.

"Aren't you keeping track of the days? I'm telling you winter is coming. Days are shorter, more breeze blowing. Winter is around the corner."

Heyool quickly stood up while still eyeing the garden.

"Useless crap...but, we gotta dig them up and bring em inside"

Heyool scoffed, as she slowly walked past Hanuel with her hands on her hips, she then made her way to Hanuel's right side, looking at bucket of water.

"Great, you got the water, so I can boil it now..."

Heyool smiled. Hanuel noticed it, almost like she forgot about the garden or the fact winter was coming, but who cares, the smile on her face was keeping him warn.

"Well...we can survive in high heats and the coldest of weather, so we'll be fine."

Hanuel gave a smiled at Heyool. Soon after he carried the old bucket inside, with Heyool leading.

Nightfall had soon arrived. It wasn't like regular nightfall, it was pitch black, cold and soundless , almost like the time they were in the hole, only...less dead people. Staring outside for to long, would make you contiplent suicide. That was just how hopeless it was, how empty, staring into nothingness. Hard to believe it was the same place out there, it's so pitch black, honestly would make one think that you were transported to another world. Barren. Void. Nothing...

"Stop soul searching and c'mere ,help me out, Hanuel."

Hanuel looked at the only source of light, a flashlight. Heyool had it on the floor, aiming at her, she was in a undershirt, trying to start a fire. Heyool had bunch of wore down sticks and an old car battery. Of course, this wasn't the first time doing this.

"Stop gawking, and hold the light."

Hanuel rushed over to hold the light.

"The battery needs recharging, so I'll trust you to do it early tomorrow."

"Y-y-yeah Heyool...I got it..."

"Good, don't oversleep like last time."

Hanuel nodded, he stood over Heyool holding to flashlight. He felt nervous and his face slightly red, why? He could see down Heyool's undershirt. He could see, THAT...or rather...THOSE!

"I-i-i-s the light good, s-should I move o-o-over, I think I should m-move."

Heyool was more focus on trying to start a fire.

"Nooooo, your fine-...no maybe you could come over a lil bit more..."

Hanuel resisted at first, but gave in and followed her instructions.

"Perfect...just hold it there."

Hanuel was not a pervert, but, it's not that he fell in love with Heyool because of her body or her looks. He did think she was cute, but...he genuinely felt like they were made for each other, which is sorta true. It wasn't the fact that she was most likely the only woman alive, it was the fact they have grown so close, and the fact that she was really pretty sorta helped that along.

Hanuel tried his hardest not to look, but he was at that age...or at least he thought he was still at that age. His lewd thoughts were broken by the bright light of the fire starting.

"Got it~!"

The fire was weak, but still bright, maybe it was bright because everything outside was so dark. It only brighten a small area, like the darkness was consuming the rest.

Hanuel turned off the flashlight as Heyool stood up, she spun around and was now facing Hanuel.

"Well...time for bed I guess..."

TBC

(To Be Continued)

NEXT TIME: How they spend the night, the last two people.

Author note: No, lemon is not happing in the next chapter...unless I get a lemon writer, but anyways, it was much easier to write then my Man Among Men fanfic, mainly cause this isn't POV. So yeah, this is something I wanted to do for a long time ever since that cold ending in the webtoon Distant Sky, think of it as my way of spreading the word, cause a crap ton of webtoons are slightly better than most mangas.