She looks at him trip onto the ground and curl into a ball.

Curious, because monsters weren't supposed to get down on all fours and sob. They were supposed to grab you and eat you. Or perhaps tear you limb from limb.

But they weren't supposed to cry. Not even infants cried anymore. They didn't last long enough to choke out a sob.

I'm gonna kill a monster, she thinks, a tad jubilant and a tad scared. She grips onto the one thing she can call a weapon:

A battered, tattered sharpened stick that she had pried from a dead tree.

Oh, and a .38 caliber handgun with about four bullets left. She had used one to put down a rabid dog, and one to kill a deer for dinner.

There weren't too many things left alive, and she had been sick and tired of eating canned beans for the past month or so.

So she approached the monster gingerly, hearing him moan and groan in his pain. She doesn't know whether or not to introduce herself or to kill the monster behind his back. It wasn't like the gods had given them a time to run.

But she couldn't do it. She had to prove to him that she was not a monster.

She was Humanity. All there was left. The last human in the world.

Maybe the last intelligent being in the universe. The gods were dead. God was dead. Her sisters and mother were dead.

Nothing left on planet Earth but her and that monster.

"Hello," she greets, her voice slightly cracking. It had been quite a while since she had spoken to anyone that wasn't a dog or a squirrel. Or a deer she had just put down. "You and every one of your kind killed my family and Humanity." She raises the gun and pulls down on the hammer and slowly squeezes the trigger. "So n-now...now I must...kill you," she chokes out.

And against every single odd in the Universe, he smiles.

He should've run. Or screamed in defiance. Or fought back. Or killed her in return.

But he smiles and croaks out a melancholic phrase that manages to break her heart.

"Thank you so very much."