Epilogue
Somewhere in west Texas….
Two men sat silently on the roadside, both sweating profusely in the hot Texan sun. The wind kicked up the sand around them, and a tumbleweed the size of a large dog slowly bounced by, the only vegetation for miles.
There was no sound, no buildings, and no cars. Just two men sitting in the sand by the far-stretching roadside.
The older of the two, stooped with age, stared blankly out at the vast nothingness before them, his blind eyes taking nothing in.
The younger one turned to him.
"This changes nothing. We can still win."
The ancient man waited. He knew it must be said.
"On the contrary, Shane, this changes everything." He craned his neck to turn his sightless eyes on the young man.
"Now, they're stronger."
