Mark trembled. The rain was freezing cold. He was practically ice.
He knew he was alone. He'd really always known he would be, even back when he was positive he would marry Maureen. He knew they would break up eventually and he'd be alone.
He picked up his camera. Slowly, he began filming the world around him, just as he'd done every other day since Christmas Eve.
He would outlive his friends, and yet, he knew he was the first to die.