The woman poured out her third Martini and sat back for the last time to watch the world, or what remained of the world, out of her unique window. She was quite probably now the last human being alive.
Marilyn sits relaxing in in the bright autumn sunshine in her small but tidy garden. She closes her eyes better to hear the green woodpecker that lives in the woods behind the house.
In the beginning, after he realised what was happening, he had experienced uncontrollable terror and a form of panic the depths of which he would never before even have been able to imagine.
