October 2012
Author's Note: Sorta scared myself writing this- hope it's worth itXD
The last man on the planet glances nervously into the darkness before shutting the door and locking it.
Double locking it.
Chakotay didn't feel much less panicky inside the shelter than he did out in the darkening forest. He felt that way a lot. He was a million miles from any help, any person. Even here, it was as though he could sense dozens of pairs of eyes peering at him, twisted, dead hands reaching out-
You're just a crazy old man with an overactive imagination, Chakotay told himself firmly.
"Fool," he muttered angrily aloud, hanging his phaser rifle on a hook. He would've made himself some tea, but he was too nervous for the high-pitched screeching of the kettle.
Outside, something scratched against the door.
Just the wind, he thought.
As his thoughts so often did, Chakotay's gaze flickered to Kathryn.
Janeway's chair was by the window, where she had so often peered up to the heavens, wondering if Voyager was seeing the same stars.
Chakotay wondered if she was finally back on her ship.
Janeway's death hadn't been entirely unexpected, but it had still been brutal on Chakotay. The grief had etched harsh lines and dark shadows on Chakotay's weary face, and his hair was a bit more silver than it should've been by now. After all, he was the only sentient being on New Earth.
A soft thud against the door. Probably just some nocturnal rodent...
The lights cut out.
Chakotay mentally reprimanded himself again for startling and hurriedly pulled a lamp out of a cupboard, lighting it with shaking hands. Once the eerie glow was set up, he grabbed the phaser and cradled it.
The last man on the planet trembles alone in an empty room.
There comes a knock at the door.
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