A slow haze rises over their heads
As the deathly silence permeates the atmosphere
The death overcomes them
One at a time
And the cold
The icy dry cold
A realization settles over the ragtag group
Mortality
None of them speak to each other of it
They KNOW
Driven to the same place
For the same reason
With the same destination
Mortality is obvious
To their well trained eyes
The alive
The unalive
Alone
But not alone
The last embers die
Artificially
And they sit
As the haze settles atop their heads
Unalone
Befriended by common realization