The last soldier stood...
He picked up his wounded brother, the only other man left alive after this gruesome battle, and began to walk. Where he was walking to he couldn't be sure; even his home had been destroyed. Yet he walked. Was it in hopes to find some other person yet alive? Was it in hopes to find some livning plants or surviving animals to sustain them? Water to clean his brother's wounds? Or was this the end? Maybe, just maybe, there was nothing left living in the entire world, and he was walking, not to save himself or his brother, but to meet the Lord of Death in the Land of Doom. Perhapse he was just running his energy out of his bones to come to a swifter end. What dignity is there in being the only two still alive? Even his brother had no right or means to live. They had talked for many years of the days when the world would end, and that day had finally come. With no life upon it, even the Earth would soon sieze to exist.