Now that he was up to his goggles in viscera, Dev looked back at all the doomsday fiction he’d read, back when that had been his latest obsession. And the thing that struck him now was how they’d cheated. Whether nuclear or viral, through asteroid collision or climate change, those would-be apocalypses almost always left the world conveniently unpeopled. It was like there’d been some kind of rapture that made all the decomposable bodies disappear, leaving the last remaining protagonist to pursue his make-believe adventures safe from the mundane danger of tripping over corpses.
