His gentle smile laid upon me, despite the tragedy mere moments before. As he gently caressed my face, and gestured to the tower just east of our house, he told me, with a solemn tone, "Stay here, sweet. There's something I have to do,".

He placed his lips upon mine, for one, short but meaningful moment. Then, he simply left me for dead. He slowly stood up and walked out of the garage, and into the mist. I heard his scream, one of pain, and agony, but one of satisfaction he didn't have to live in a world without the other two we'd lost to the mist. But now I have to live in a world where all I have is myself, and the hellish wasteland just a step away.