James and Amy crawled out of the tunnel and into the open air. They both had on their protective masks as they emerged from their underground dwelling. James took out a kit he used each week to test the air.
“This is a positive sign,” he said to Amy. “The particulate level is down significantly from last week’s reading. Maybe by next week we’ll be able to come to the surface and remove our masks.”
Amy looked toward the horizon beyond the large tree just outside of the tunnel’s hidden entrance. “The haze also seems to be lifting a little,” she said. “The sun is a little brighter and I think I can even see some hints of blue in the sky.”
This was the latest bit of encouraging signs the two had witnessed since the bombs came close to destroying the planet and civilization a few months back. “We are the fortunate ones to have survived,” James said. “So many others were either killed instantly or died shortly after the bombs.”
“Or maybe they were the lucky ones,” Amy observed. “We are living in a hole in the ground, barely surviving. We’re cold and hungry all the time. And who knows, once it’s safe to return to the surface full time, what will be left? How many others, like us, survived?”
“I don’t know,” James admitted. “But perhaps we’ll find ourselves a new Garden of Eden and we’ll be a modern day Adam and Eve.”
“Eww,” said Amy. “I know it’s been tough living together in that hole and I’ve seen you jerking off in your corner. But you’re my brother, James. Don’t be gross.”
Written for the Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent.