Dark. That's all the world is now. There is no light. Because there is no reason for the sun to shine, when there's no life. I've traveled for weeks, searching, hoping. No one i know is alive. Friends, family, acquaintances. Dead. This sickness... This disease... Seeped into every living thing. Plants, animals, humans. But why I'm not dead, i don't know. I must have this immunity to it. I still remember when it started. Russia had hidden nuclear weapons. Some idiot from America assassinated their dictator. And of course the Russians couldn't test the nuclear power. It was too powerful. The emergency broadcast rang loud and clear through the radio and television. The president, telling everyone. Get somewhere underground. Keep your radios on. Get lots of food. My family did. Well my dad did. He said the riots were horrible. Bodies littered on the streets. People fighting others for food. Trying to survive. As Darwin said. Its survival of the fittest. We hid in a bunker with about 20 others. Including some of my family. We listened to the radio 24/7. You couldn't text. Your phone would die. You had to save the battery just in case... I remember the end of the last radio broadcast. "Seems like everyone's gone. *hacks* " then silence. The man was coughing for a good 2 minutes. And that's when i knew the disease had reached him. After that happened, i wouldn't talk to anyone. I would just twirl my green poker chip in my hands. It reminded me of my boyfriend. And then i would cry. Weep. Because the last of my hope was being tested. Every day we were all a step closer to death. After two weeks, i remember my aunt pacing quickly muttering to herself. Then she couldn't take it anymore. She ran up to the door of the bunker and threw it open. I remember the chaos. My whole family running up there, grabbing her and shutting the door closed. But i got a glimpse of the outside. Dark, dreary. Everything didn't seem to be alive. That's when the last of my hope cracked. While my family surrounded my hysteric aunt, i took the sharpest thing Could find and continued to stab the poker chip. Then laced a string through the hole, and strung it around my neck. At least i will remember what used to be. Because of my aunt the infection spread indoors. You could feel it in the air. It hung i dense in the air. And the air smelled stagnant. I sat there waiting, hoping for the end. I sat there. Cried out, while i watched each and every one of my family members die. I sat there waiting for it to be my turn. It never came. Something came over me one day. I stepped out those bunker doors, and took a deep breath. Nothing. I looked around. Ghost town. Nothing. My hand went up to my necklace instinctively. I always did that when i felt my worst. Looking down at the poker chip, i thought of him. And a small glimmer of hope chimed in my heart. And so i set off to the next bunker. I've looked at the map and memorized where to go since the day i walked in that bunker. I headed to the nearest one. The doors were open. Everyone was dead. All the bunkers were the same. Finally the last bunker. Dead. And as i searched through it like i have through all the others, i found him. My heart clenched and that small glimmer of hope disappeared, as i knelt down and cried. So now im here. On the roof of a hotel. Overlooking the end. The way i see it, live your life while you can, and make everything what you want it to be. Or else you'll have nothing in the end. Especially if you're the last person left on earth
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