Hiding on the roof of another abandoned building, you sat, staring at the empty streets and listening to the deadly silence. Ash flew sparsely from the sky, and your mouth tasted of metal. Even through a good gas mask, the smell of dampness and ash was palpable. The end of the world must have felt like this, it was very lonely and chilly. The world would most likely never be the same again, most people had died out before they had time to protect themselves from the radiation. Just as you were about to step off the concrete platform, your "friend" landed next to you. The same one you're trying to survive with at least a little longer. Dust also looks down at the empty streets and quietly asks:.

"What are you thinking about?"