The sun was slowly rising, barely glimpsing through the thick clouds. The sparse fog and dawn coloured the surroundings a pretty pastel blue.

4 am and all around was endless fields, wasteland and the sea. The humble waves quietly caressed the black sand. If someone were to tell you that all of humanity has long since disappeared, it would be hard not to believe it.

Mark stood beside you, as calm and thoughtful as ever. He looked out into the distance, as if into the sea itself, seeing things that others cannot. His hand slowly took yours, fingers intertwined together. Without a word, your best friend rested his head on your shoulder.