“What time was it anyway?” Eve wondered.
There was no telling by looking at the sky; when smoke and pollution shrouded the area in grey it was like not even having a day. You could no longer see a sunrise or sunset and the days and nights merged together in a muddled mass of time than seemed to drag on too long.
“How long is too long?” Eve mused aloud. “When does being a survivor change from being a good thing to being a bad thing? When should one give it up?”
She had already outlasted everyone she knew. Goddess knows she had put up a good fight. She had seen the end coming and prepared because as they said, “If you fail to plan, you plan to fail.”
So she still had plenty of supplies and she had stockpiled anything she could want as the town’s people had dwindled. Eve not only had necessities but every little thing she could want. She could live this way for a very long time. But that’s the thing; it wasn’t really living, merely existing.
“Well, I’ll stick around as long as you do little one,” Eve said as she reached down to pet what may be the last surviving cat.