Gold

 

[Chris is alone.]

CHRIS:

I should have known.

[She quietly closes the door, and discovers the yellow testament on the floor nearby. It escaped the Preacher's bag as he was trying to leave. She picks it up.]

[She turns to look at the faces staring in at her. She clutches the testament as the Preacher's face joins the others.]

What do you want?

I can't do it myself. I know I can't. Look at you. You tried. You closed your eyes to the sky and strove to perfect yourselves, to evolve, to spread your DNA. Did it work? You've been swallowed. From death you watch the last survivor. You want to see me fail. You won't. I'm not going to let it happen to me.

Where's Will? Why are you mocking me? All of you! You can't fool me anymore. I know you. I know your names. You want to watch me fail. You won't.

Watch me, Will. Come here and watch me. I know what I need to do. Where are you? William. William Smith. William Joseph Henry McArthur Jefferson Smith.

I'm sorry, Will. I thought I knew better than you. I know what you were doing. I know why. You didn't have to kill yourself. Will. Why did you have to die? You were so close. So close. You just didn't recognize. You couldn't see.

Come on, Will. Come and watch me. I've found it.

Watch me, Will.

I'm finally dead.

I can live again.

[Dawn tinges the horizon as Chris clutches Will's testament.]