Here We Are Again

Murdoc Niccals stood on the edge of the beach, with an almost burnt-out cigarette in his hand. He watched as the sea lapped gently against the coast, sending a gentle mist of salt and water to fly into his face.
Murdoc looked at his cigarette, good enough for one last drag. He brought it to his lips, kissed it and inhaled. Exhaled. Then it's gone. He threw the cigarette into the sand, watching the ember slowly fade away. At that moment, the sun had disappeared under the waves.
"Still doesn't seem real, does it?" a voice from behind him spoke.
Murdoc sighed. "Life itself is a nightmare. He just wake up too early," he replied hoarsely.
Russel Hobbs sat down in the beach, drawing circles in the sand. "Then we still must be sleepin,'
"We're getting out of this hellhole, Russel," Murdoc said. "I can't stand to be here much longer,"
"We can't escape from reality, Muds," Russel replied bleakly. "There was nothing we could've done,"
The two of them sat in complete silence, watching; listening to the ocean speak to them.