Not having sex, it's the end of the world.
When two bodies are locked in passionate love making like ours were that day, hidden away in the stock cupboard, nothing in the world could tear us apart.
Nothing of this world at least. When the Burning Red descended from the sky it was as though the world stood still. Collectively every ham took a deep breath, and held it. For a moment the world was silent and all I could hear was the thud thud thud of her heart and the gentle pulse of her thighs wrapped around me.
And then the world exhaled. The days changed, and suddenly, we're here. 10 days into the end of human kind and all I can think about is having sex one last time. And then another.
I need help.
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