[ WP ] I wonder if I 'm the last one left ? It 's been about two years since I saw anyone , back when ...

( Does n't have to use the exact quote from the prompt, right? It's not a [ CW ], so I assume not ) 
 
 I wonder if I'm the only one left... It's been nearly two years since the gates of Hell opened and loosed its horrors upon the world. 
 
 Sure, folks like me had been fighting demons, monsters, what-have-you, for as long as I could remember. But this was new. Bigger. Whole cities decimated ( in the modern sense, not the literal ), families torn apart, communities shattered. The tides were turning, and not in our favor. That was about two years ago. Today, it's been nearly two years since I've seen another living soul. 
 
 I sat in the local Biggerson's, picking at my hastily-thrown-together burger ( made by yours truly, since no one was around to man the grills or the cash - did leave a nice little tip, just in case they might just be in hiding, do n't want to deprive them of their livelihood if we come out of this, and what use is money to me in this world? ) and thinking. Thinking about those two boys I'd heard rumors about a while back. Boys that were supposedly gon na slam the gates of Hell, throw all these demons back down. I used to run with their old man, back in the day. He was a fine hunter, I'm sure his boys are carrying on the legacy, if they even survived. 
 
 Knife at my side's been doing me good, pried it from the cold dead hands of an angel. Kills demons like that. Might just be the only reason I'm still alive today, actually, that and my wits. Starting to wonder if I even *want* to be alive, with the world like this. I take the knife in my hand, let the light play off the blade. Just as shiny and sharp as the day I found it, no matter how many brimstoners I stab, it never seems to tarnish or dull. Angelic craftsmanship, God damn. 
 
 The metal pressed against my wrist, I take a deep breath and prepare to end it all... when I hear a voice. `` This is not the way.'' 
 
 Damn it, a halo? Right now? `` Do n't see much of another way, Clarence,'' I shot back. 
 
 `` Why do people keep calling me that?'' I turned around, got a good look at the halo. Not quite what I'd expected. Other halos I'd seen, they did n't look anywhere near as... down-to-earth as this one. `` It does n't matter. What does is, though you may not see it, there is another way.'' 
 
 `` Speak now, Clarence, or forever hold your peace.'' I smiled a little, that line brought me back to the old days. To my wedding. Good memories. Tarnished, unlike the angel blade in my hand, by the Hell legions. By her possession... her *death*. She may be walking around, but it ai n't her, it's one of them wearing her like a meat suit. That brought the mood down again. `` Brimstoners are winning. Old fart like me ai n't gon na hold the line much longer, or very effectively, for all my training and experience.'' 
 
 `` You've heard of them, have n't you?'' Halo's lips quirked a bit, almost a smile. `` The Winchesters. They are real, and they are out there, fighting to close the gates of Hell. If you take the coward's exit, you reduce their chances.'' 
 
 Damn it, the angel's right. Those boys are gon na stand any chance, they'll need all us hunters behind'em. However many of us are left.I wonder if I'm the only one left who has a CB radio in his truck? It's been nearly two years since I last heard a friendly voice on the hunters' band. Maybe I should fire the ol' girl up and see if anyone's out there. `` Breaker, breaker, this is Crazy Horse, calling all folks might know a thing or two about things that go bump in the night. If anyone's listening, give me a yell.'' 
 
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 EDIT: Fixed a typo, the light played off the *blade*, not the *place*.
