Day 2,782

By the time the city had finally fallen silent they were the only ones left alive, surrounded by broken buildings and broken bodies piled all around their bunker doors like a cat leaving grotesque half-eaten things as gifts to the greater beings that reside with it.

Much like a cat leaving a gift, this was a message.

They hadn't so much survived as they'd managed to amuse the chaos enough to live a little while longer. As long as they kept the unseen eyes interested in their continued existence but not so interested that they felt the need to make themselves known like they had when they ended the rest of the world.

Cautiously stepping over concrete and corpses, the last humans headed outside again.