It had been a cold, sleepless night. They sat on the floor and on the counter in a large cafeteria style kitchen.
"I just want to go home," Alissa said quietly to no one in particular.
"There is no home anymore," Bobby replied.
"Shut up, Bobby," Adam snapped back.
"It's true," began Evelyn, "Everything's gone... everybody's gone."
"That can't be true," spoke Scott as he stifled tears.
"It is true. You saw it. We all saw it. The city is gone," Bobby tried to sound matter-of-fact.
"That can't be true. There's got to be somebody," Scott offered with hope.
Jessica was sitting slouched on the floor against some cupboard doors. She stared blankly into the distance, "My mom and I were arguing. I said she was being a bi..."
Jessica's word fell apart into sobs, "She's gone."
Each of them thought of how they had spent their final moments with their families and friends. Stupid, inconsequential moments. Fights. Jokes. Or worst... ignoring them. Last moments wasted.
Safana wiped a tear from her face, cleared her throat and spoke, "What do we do now?"
"We... try to live and we hope that someone else out there is still alive," Bobby replied.
Evelyn hopped off of the counter and did her best to sound positive, "Bobby's right. We have food, water and supplies here. We need to take care of ourselves."
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