This morning, when I got out of bed, I believed I was the last man alive. I had witnessed people floating into the sky. Angels carrying others. The city burned with rage and confusion. I was afraid, my family floated off into the sky. I hung on as long as I could, but the pull was just too great. She slipped from my hands, and I just couldn't jump high enough to grab her legs. Better she be in the sky than down here on Earth with the scum.
I fled the city, looking to escape the violence, hopefully it would calm down. That's what I told myself after I witnessed a man chain another to the front of his car. I packed my truck with enough supplies to last a few month and made it out of town to my favorite camp grounds. If it came to it, I could hunt and fish to survive out here. I had my rifle and enough rounds to bring down a small army. I was prepared for a life alone. I thought that way.
But, I couldn't do it. Soon I was longing for company, for her touch. I needed other people. I tried to radio in to the city after nobody answered my phone calls. No response. It was just me. I was ready to blow my brains out. Then I saw him, bathing under the waterfall. I called out, but he was startled and ran. Now, I'll find him. Before bed tonight, I'll search for signs of other camps. I need to know who this other man is.
