Page 9 - The end of the line

The final page?

I sat there and thought about what Isla had just asked.  What was the point of going on?  A world of impossible dreams?  Yeah I’ve seen all the movies, read all the books and still nothing could compare to the feeling that all this was a reality of massive portions.  Where do I begin?  Life has hope, but this isn’t living.  Living under constant fear of death, that isn’t natural; it is not life.  I looked at Isla.  She was beautiful.  I had always dreamed of meeting her one day.  Always dreamed of what was hiding under her clothes.  It wasn’t meant to be this way, not under these circumstances.

 

“Barry,” Isla sounded so far away. “what’s wrong?”

 

What’s wrong?  What isn’t wrong?  I looked away; I could not face the despair that reflected back at me in her face.  The despair that two days (?), in this hell hole and nothing no one.  I couldn’t face having to start over.  I couldn’t face having everything I’ve worked so hard for, crumble.  There was no music not for this funeral procession.  Not for when we had just made love.  It was dead. 

 

I thought maybe if we had found someone, somebody, a ray of hope would glimmer.  There is no hope.  The dreams are dead.  Death, it’s all I could think of.

 

“Isla,” I looked at her struggling. “What isn’t wrong?  I don’t know anymore.  I mean we haven’t found anyone alive.  I was asleep, you were not.  This might be just some nightmare I’m having.”

 

“I know,” Isla remarked “I said what the point of going on.  I mean look at we've been though, but we are alive and we could get out of here and find transportation, get away from here.  You said so yourself all we have to do is go west.  This is a new beginning, a new start on the old.  If the Japanese can survive three nuclear disasters; I can survive as well.”

 

Isla leaned into me and started kissing me tenderly.  I nuzzled the nape of her neck and cupped her breasts. She pushed me onto my back and mounted me.  There was no joy only sadness.  Isla leaned down her warm breasts smothering my face.  I heard a click and saw her move.

Author's Note

I would like to thank all who participated in the contest. According to all the votes, someone was to have died. Perhaps this may not be the end, but for this character it is. His subway has reached the end of the line. I hope you have enjoyed the story. If you have please let me know as I may actually be continuing the story.