obviously, I don't own I Am Legend or the concept of this short one-shot.
The streets are silent, the wind howling emptily through the vacant alleys of Tokyo. In the middle of one building, a single light shines through the window, piercing the sunset like a beacon of solitude. A young girl, maybe eighteen years of age, sits just inside this window, printing careful characters onto a crisp white sheet of paper.
She stands slowly from her chair and turns off her light, extinguishing the only sign of humanity from the building. She takes the paper gently in her hand and descends the numerous stairs to the open door of the apartment tower, her white dress swaying to the rhythm of her footsteps. When she steps onto the empty street, the cool breeze and warmth from the sunset greet her face with a kiss. She closes her eyes and lets her long black hair flutter softly behind her. She revels in the silent hum of the wind for a moment, then opens her big black eyes, shining with hurt, and begins to walk slowly in the direction of a nearby overpass.
She stands at the top of the overpass, on the outside of the chain-link barrier. She turns her face up towards the sky, observing the white birds flying overhead. She smiles softly and, spreading her arms like wings beside her, tilts herself gracefully off the edge.
White turns to red as her life waves goodbye. Her blood pools around her head, the paper still clutched in her hand splattered with droplets of her suicide. Her fingers uncurl from the paper, and it lies flat beneath her lifeless hand. Her message is still clearly readable even through the crimson blood.
My name is Chiyo Machida.
I am immune.
Aside from the infected, I am the only survivor in Tokyo, Japan.