Ray held the gun in his hand. Liddy had given it to him, then went to the door and stepped out without a word. Ray would have closed the door behind, but he couldn't feel his legs, let alone stand up now.
"I'm ready for you, yeah?" he said to the darkness behind the still-open door.
Nothing replied.
"I'm ready, matey! Ready for whatever the bloody hell you are!"
Again, no reply.
Ray raised the gun to his chin.
The darkness shifted. Something was there. Something huge.
"There y'are," Ray said.
Another shift, the blackness growing deeper.
Ray pulled the trigger.
Click.
"Ah, you bugger," he said. He put the gun on the table. "Right, suit yourself."
And as Ray, the last human on planet Earth, was greeted by the nightmare that now ruled the world, he closed his eyes and thought: Fair's fair.
