They might as well have been the only people left on Earth.

It was just the two of them, laid together in the woods, his head in her lap and her eyes watching the sky.

If not for the fact she was watching for planes that may or may not want to violently kill them, she could very easily have believed it was just her and him, the two of them in the wilderness.

As it was, it was just her and him, the two of them against the world that hated them.

Sometimes she dreamt of how things once had been, bowling with their parents, cooking in the park, her and him arguing at the dinner table, horror stories from their dad and flat placatations from their mom.

Those days were long past.

Even if they were still alive, even if they did manage to find each other, nothing would ever be the same again.

They were different now.

They could never go back to how things used to be.