"Everyone's dead." Tomas said. His eyes were red and puffy and his jaw hung slack like he had aged a hundred years in the past three hours.
"Not everyone." Kimberly said. She didn't look any better with soot marring her cheeks, intermingling with her tears.
"What do we do know?" Tomas asked. He wanted to collapse to his knees, but he was afraid that if he did, he would never stand again. The grief of it all was like a thousand pound yolk on his shoulders. Kimberly intertwined her fingers into his. She pressed her side against him and breathed in the dusty, chard smell.
"We take this shit to pound-town." She said and then she totally got naked and it was sweet.
Tomas forgot about the destruction of the human race and totally did that shit. Fist bump!
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