In this Sci-Fi survival romance about the end of civilization as we know it, Hunter and Grace cope with the perils of such a world. But they still have each other, much like a modern day Adam and Eve, which sustains them in their loneliness until the truth of this brave new world is revealed.

Excerpt:

Although humans had disappeared in the blink of an eye, it took a year for their absence to become obvious. Electricity had gone quickly, but the inattention to property and roads now showed definite signs of nature eradicating man’s intrusion. Hunter and Grace had long since quit looking into windows. It only made them want to risk going inside for canned goods or supplies that would make their lives easier.

Instead, they beheld the mysteries of nature with new awe and wonder. When leaden storm clouds rolled across the sky with thunder rumbling behind them, the couple would hold each other and watch the rain from beneath a tarp they carried in their pack. If it was a summer shower, they might bathe each other or make love in it, allowing the rain to temporarily wash away their fear of an uncertain future.

 They marveled at the spectacle of the star-filled heavens which glittered from one horizon to the other. Orion, the dippers, Little Bear, Draco, Ursa Minor, all vast and beautiful. It gave Grace a feeling of timelessness, and maybe even immortality—one with the universe.

Their distant ancestors had set out in small boats with only the stars to guide them. They too were crossing a new kind of wilderness to an unknown destination.

 “Beauty is in the mind of the beholder,” Hunter told Grace whenever they ran across some unpleasant reminder of man’s sudden exit which threatened to sweep away their resolve. Oftentimes near towns, pieces of paper and tattered garments would flutter in the wind, having freed themselves from doorways or open cars.

 “All of this is returning to nature,” he philosophized. “The sky and the water will be clean again.”

 “You’ve become as much a nature-lover as I am,” Grace teased. She was glad for Hunter’s strength. At least one of them saw their glass as half-full. He constantly reminded her they had each other. In a land which could be both beautiful and terrifying, they took time to dance among wildflowers, to lie down in grassy meadows, and to hold each other and have sex early and often.

 They liked the freedom of nudity. There was an innocent delight in not having to disrobe. For Hunter, it was a hint of wildness in Grace’s ever present, sleek hips, toned body, and the promise of luxuriant sex between her bare thighs. For Grace, it was the shedding of a lifetime of social mores.