They’d had little in the way of sleep: the cold tiled floor would have made for an uncomfortable bed even if their thoughts hadn’t been occupied by their witnessing the end of the world as they knew it only hours before. Michael woke first, laid prone on his ruined back, staring at a fixed point on the unfamiliar ceiling above him, trying to forget that everything beyond that point was now abnormal. It didn’t work. Claire dominated his thoughts, as she had for two years and more. It didn’t matter what else was happening in the world, didn’t matter that civilisation was apparently wheezing its last rattling breaths. The hole in Michael’s life remained the same size it had been since Elise had walked out and taken their daughter with her. She’s probably dead already. It was most likely what his three travelling companions thought, though they kept the curtains shut tightly around the notion; didn’t let him peek through the gap.
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