The runner

Why after everything that was happening did he keep going? Was it sheer bravery? Or was it the pure power of human will. No one knew and everyone was dumbfounded as the city crumbled around him, yet he kept running, he ran torwards the only thing he cared about.
He hasn't been this determined ever. His jacket had deteriorated off of his body and his shoes did too. He ran torwards her, the only thing that kept his body intact. The people on the large truck held out there hands in a vain attempt at killing him to no avail, he kept running. His lungs burned, to the point of excruciating pain. His knees were abot to buckle, but his will was too strong, this mans bones were easy to break, and his flesh was easy to tear. But his soul was unbreakable, he didn't listen to his body's cries of pain, he didn't care of the cuts on his feet, he cared about getting to the crying face which was in front of him, she saw him and cried harder, he couldn't take it, he would die trying or get to her. It was those two options, he picked up the pace and drove his body to the limit, he didn't care, he was gaining on them. With one last breath of determination, he bound torwards the truck with all his might, he got to the truck, but was right behind it. The enemy tried even harder to no avail, she reached out her hand and he took it, he wouldn't let go and pulled her out. She landed on top of him and ceased his running. He was with her now, and he held her close as he tried to breathe. He noticed his skin was peeling away as he looked up to see the attackers finishing them off. She noticed this, and in a last attempt to seal their love, they locked lips and their last breaths were into each others mouth as they crumbled into a pile of dust