HOLLOW SUNSET BREATH by Greg Lammers
The tribes raped and murdered each other and those with no faction (and so enemies of all the various righteous), and they burned the city which they as one people had built together not long before.
He didn’t know the time or day, all the clocks were stopped.
He stumbled through quiet smoking streets – row upon row of gray busted concrete, bricks, pipes, wire, and rebar.
Muffled sobbing was the first human sound he heard.
He followed it to a woman kneeling in an exploded structure. He held out his hand. She looked up at him, wiped her face with one hand and with her other hand took his.
A man and a woman walked away from the ruins to begin again, as they had countless times before.