They discussed it for hours.

It seemed too good to be true, and too risky to be a good idea. The nearest meeting point was several hundred miles away and across a state border (not that they supposed those mattered much anymore).

But what did they have to lose?

They could stay here and wait for people to inevitably one day arrive.

They could keep going, keep driving, keep running, and hope for something better that was never going to come.

Or they could go chasing after this chance, a chance that might only just be that, one more thing to self-destruct.

"This world hates us. Where else do we have to go?" she asked, gazing out across the towering warehouses as the sun dipped below the horizon. He leant heavily against her side.

"I'll go anywhere, as long as I'm with you."

Because what did they have left anymore?

And in the morning, a decision had been made.