Everyone is dead.
Five long lonely days have passed, and what I once thought was a cruel joke has now been seared into my mind as a nightmare. I am trapped in with no hope of escape by the looks of it. Alone here in my small wooden town I am now sure that the sleeping will not wake. Everyone is dead, every man, woman, and child rest in their beds in eternal sleep. Everyone that is, but me. I am the last.
One young boy of barley fifteen is all that walks the streets of Silent Cove, and I am lost. I do not know what to do, or where to go. I fear before I find salvation I will find insanity. For now I cling to all that I have, and admittedly my sanity isn’t much comfort.
Coming awake on the twenty-fifth of April I thought my family, my friends, my neighborhood was playing a joke on me. A cruel one to be sure, but just a joke. As morning turned to afternoon than night I had to come to grips with the cold hard truth. I was left here to defend for myself in my home town of Silent Cove.
I didn’t know what was going on, how I survived when nearly three thousand others had perished. I was cut off from everyone, and everything. The rest of the world could have been in chaos, or it could have been going on the same way it always did. The world could have continued to move forward while my small existence rotted away. I simply did not know, and the not knowing was scary, it was terrifying. Knowing though could be so much worse.
Being out here in the middle of a vast forest surrounded by caves could come in handy if the world is dead. Silent Cove a little unknown town filled with unknow people could now be one of the safest places on earth, and I at least counted myself lucky in that aspect. If the world was going to burn, if it was burning, then maybe it was a good thing that I was the last in this town. I could only hope I wasn’t the last in the world.
If I wasn’t the last in the world though, if the world was still normal, and carrying on like Silent Cove didn’t exist other questions came to the forefront. How long would it be before the outside world learned of me? How long till the military or people came here and discovered the mass grave that was now center stage of my home? How long till I ran out of things to eat, and places to hide?
How long could I survive, if this was what my survival had now come down to?