The day after the world ends, Jane wakes up with bruises on her legs and a rasp in her voice.
Which, you know, would be a problem if she weren't already dead.
She claws her way out of the ground with minimal effort (being a zombie apparently has its perks), and tries to ignore the way her breathing comes in ragged gasps.
They dug her out of the ground, shadows casting wide over dust and decay, relics of a civilization that had only lasted a day. The quiet is the only thing keeping them alive. Her hair is strung with flowers. Daisies.
It's not an unpleasant experience, being the sea. The stars seem brighter from the waves.
Saltwater stings Skye's eyes and soaks into her skin.
Far off in the distance, she thinks she can hear Jeffrey.