14 days after...

We didn't find anyone.

We got to the outside of the city without finding life, people, animals or insects, the only thing that moved were the trees and plants thanks to the wind.

It was just the two of us.

I still did not know if I wanted his name, I learned to wear it, because there was nothing else I could do.

I couldn't handle the desolation.

At night, while he kept wandering in search of life, I stayed in the darkness of my house crying, I had fear, regret and wishes to die.

Everything became increasingly difficult to bear as I observed more corpses decomposing in the streets or houses, without the hope of communicating with anyone since all communication elements had exploded, the electricity did not work and therefore everything that required it,the only supplies that seemed inexhaustible at the moment were water and gas. We must have managed to make sure the food is preserved, the guy was intelligent, he had his methods of preserving meat, he was attentive to vegetables and fruits, he even began to take care of the garden of Mr. Beltram who had died while watering the plants.

"It will work as compost."

It was one of his jokes in bad taste towards the deceased. I really hated him at the time for saying that about Mr. Bletram, he hadn't considered that I knew him or had a link with him, he just mocked his death. His mood was acidic, he carried a bottle of pills with him until now I couldn't see what, but I was hoping it was to control his temper, because once he was about to hit me, he didn't, he stopped before he touched me, I knew to understand it. I did nothing but cry, vomit and regret being alive.

It was worse when I saw a dog wrapped up next to a person's body.

"The animals took longer to die."

It was his observation before continuing to walk. I just held out my hand to the dog's head and for a moment I wanted with all my heart that he would open his eyes, it only made my heartbreak, even more, I caressed his fur without being able to feel it because of the glove, I felt sorry for him.

Hearing the door open suddenly I sat down, he focused the light on my face again, I deeply hated that he had adopted that mania, although I was afraid to complain.

—Come, come, help me...—and disappeared.

I complained, the last time he had done something similar was when he found a dowry of chocolate and mint medallions, I force myself to help him carry the boxes to the guest room, where he had let him stay, I also knew he had a taste horrible with sweets, he was fascinated by mint, although that always made him smell like mint and chocolate, I couldn't complain, it was nice in that sense, only in that one.

—What do you want? I was sleeping— I lied going down the stairs.

—Look... what I found— He stopped the large structure in the center of the room.

—What is it?.

—An electricity generator

—Where did you find it? What if it works?—I walked over to see it.

—Yes, I went into the hospital and went down to the basement—a chill ran through my body, he had crazy courage— And I saw a white light in a tool room and I followed the- well, yes, it works, of course, it will not supply us with everything , but it will serve us for the refrigerator and we can bring more to preserve the food better...

So that night, under the dim light of his flashlight, for the first time I noticed some emotion in his voice. The next day we hooked up the electric generator, it was horrible to bring it down to the basement, but it was worth it when we heard the refrigerator start. A new opportunity had grown in us with that spark of electricity.

—Do you want light in your room?.

Well, he was not considerate or kind, therefore his question had taken me by surprise.

—Why?

—You're scared, aren't you?— I look at myself— I can go to look for a portable lamp in some hardware store and with extensions to take it to your room.

I realized that he didn't like my expression, but I didn't like hers either.

Her droopy eyes showing the explosion of colors in her pupils, her eyebrows thick with one of them cut by a fighting scar, narrow and refined nose, her pure skin, thin red lips and marked jaw, her characteristic platinum crest, whose roots betrayed his black color, which fell forward by the shape of the hood, yes, I admit he was handsome, but he had not mentioned his mark on the side of his neck, it showed a mark of shades darker than his brown skin, almost reddish, his skin in that area seemed wrinkled, a burn that went up almost to his ear invading part of his jaw, it was not unpleasant, it even seemed to be healed, but it was almost a pity.

—I'm not afraid of the dark—I took my eyes off his face.

—Of course, whatever you say—he repeated one of his famous phrases to get out of any situation, a false acceptance of my terms. He got up and looked at the door—I'll go find it-.

—I'm sorry— said, he didn't see me again—I was an idiot, you wanted to do something nice for me and-

—Nice?—His smile, which I hardly ever saw, although there was no reason to show it, appears, but mocking, cynical—It was not a detail, it was a proposal for you to stop being so cowardly and shut up at night, it bothers me to come and hear you whining for your parents.

—You can go to sleep in other houses— I muttered angrily.

It was incredible, really incredible how little human life seemed to matter to him, he showed no empathy for all those lives lost.

—And you think you'll be fine with that? If I do, I have no doubt that you will take your own life, you will not leave me alone here, brat.

And I got frustrated, I got up walking to my room trying to hide my tears without success.

He really is a demon.