"When It Was All Over"

The sky was gray with particulate matter, and distant fires raged, but the shouting and shooting and chaos had died down. Now there was just the silence--heavy with portent, heavy with loss and emptiness.

Scott had fought his hardest, worked past exhaustion into numbness. Now, he sat in a small room, staring fixedly at a wall, fixated on the contrast between a charred hole and the pin-up poster of Marilyn Monroe.

It was the morning after the end of the world, and the last man on earth sat in a room. There was a knock on the door.