It was good here.

A little lonely with only each other for company again now, but good.

That was until they became aware of the soldiers now far too close to their sanctuary.

They crouched in their cave watching them cover the area.

Contrary to the popular belief, they didn't want to hurt anybody, but they were ready to defend themselves when they found themselves looking down the barrel of a gun.

That golden glow roared inside them, responding to their desires, their fear and hunger and anger, lighting up the world around them.

They stood in the centre of the firestorm as the golden flames screamed around them, starving, all-consuming, and ripped the world apart.

When it was all over they stood frozen for a moment before letting their arms drop to their side. Ashes floated in the air around them. She reached out and took a handful, sifting them through her fingers.

Her stomach knotted.

More people dead.

He bent over, retching, bringing up water and bile and chunks of meat. She wrapped her arms around him, supporting him until it passed.

They stumbled over a short distance before collapsing, wrapping each other in their arms and holding the other tight.