Buildings destroyed,
Walls crumbing all around me.
I'm searching for my family,
but they are no where to be found.
I am by myself in a deserted Chicago.
Everyone is either dead or gone;
Tears are coming out of my eyes.
I wandered around look for someone.
I stop by my house and see
my family there, all blow up.
I'm saying "why?"!!!!
I am crying so hard for the sadness
I have for the lost of my family.
I gather the reminds of my family and buried them so that
At least they can rest in peace.
I go up to my room and sit
In a corner and start to cry,
From the lost of my family,
For the fear of being the last person alive.
I gather some of my stuff,
Hotwire a car and
start my journey of finding people.
I migrate south,
Going to the big cities to see
If there is anyone alive and to get more supplies.
I past by Cleveland, Indianapolis,
Louisville and Nashville.
After pasting Nashville, I start to lost hope of finding people.
When I get to Miami and see no one alive,
I get out of the car, go to a gun store and
Pick up a pistol.
I go back to the car and drive back to Chicago.
I drive to where I buried my family,
I get out of the car,
Walk to the grave and
Pull out the pistol.
And before I pull the trigger,
I ask God, "Why am I the last person alive in the world?" "Why God, why?"
I put the pistol to my head,
And pull the trigger.
My body falls on top of my family's final resting place.
My blood drip out of my body and spell,
"Now at least I don't have to worry of being by myself and
Now I can be together with my family again."