Rain. Nothing but rain. For 3 days it had been raining, but she
kept on walking.
To the South. Always to the South. It didn't matter anyway. Not
to her. Not to anybody. Equipped with her casual clothes, a
backpack full of food, fingerless gloves and her suffering heart
South, she whispered.
Once she reached the top of the hill, she stopped.
This is not how it used to look like.
It used to be green. It used to be blue.
But now it's all grey, she whispered.
She squatted and started to write in the sand. G. R. A. Y. It
said. She stood up again, trying to remember how it used to be
7 years ago, I used to come here every day. Dreaming. Dreaming
foolish dreams. I used to believe I would get married on top of
I used to believe love would find me.
She shook her head and started down the hill.
Dodging trees and branches, she made her way through the forest.
As she was nearing the foot of the mountain, she spotted a house.
She had never known there was a house there. A small wooden
cottage, on the other side of the hill. It lay in ruins.
Lifeless, deserted, abandoned. Like she was.
Dodging the dead family lying on the floor, a girl her age and
her father, she scouted the house for food or materials. A pair
of sunglasses, a tin of salmon, some dust-filled books, a pair of
A torch, finally something of use. She sighed shallowly.
Her gloves were covered in ash, as well as her boots. She closed
her eyes to cough. A small cough escaped her throat, and she
spotted a picture. The picture of a woman, about 40 years old,
smiling at her.
This must be the mom. Poor girl...
She turned around.
I shouldn't stay much longer, she thought.
I don't want to cry for no reason. I don't want to spend the rest
of my life like this. Why did I have to survive? Why is there
nobody else alive? There must be other survivors. There MUST be
I can only wish...
She buried her face in her hands and closed her eyes.
I wish at least somebody survived..., she said.
Sobbing, she stood up. Tears welling in her eyes, she coughed
She looked ahead. There's a river about 5 miles further. She had
no idea how she was going to cross that. She only knew that she
had to keep going.
South, she whispered.
Water rushing past. She cupped her hands and tried to drink some
water. She shivered. She could feel the coldness of the water in
her body as she swallowed it.
She searched her backpack for the 2 empty bottles she kept.
Kneeling down, she filled the bottles with water and washed her
She jumped up.
Holy... You scared me!
Oh, I'm sorry.
She was looking at a boy. About 22 years old. His face was sad,
and he seemed weak. He was blushing.
Do you... do you have any food? Please? I'm really hungry.
She could see he was starving. He was desparate for food. But
there was something else, something about him she couldn't quite
I do. Let me have a look.
She searched her backpack and took out some carrots. He opened
his eyes wide, and his mouth was watering. She handed the carrots
over to him, and without saying anything he sat down and hastily
ate the carrots. She took out an apple and started eating as
well. For 2 minutes there was a silence. The boy was staring at
the ground, greedily eating his carrots like a hungry pig. She
was just looking at him.
Once he was done eating the carrots, he looked at her.
Don't mention it.
They stared at the river. The rain had stopped. The situation was
tense. Neither thought they wanted to talk. Both of their
thoughts were filled with blankness.
He stood up. She looked up at him.
I think I'll be going.
Wha... where to?
I don't know.
She sighed. She looked at the river again. He walked away.
What is it?
You didn't tell me your name.
Well, does it matter?
Does it really matter? she thought. Does the name of the last boy
alive on earth matter? Does HE even matter? I'm just making a
fool of myself.
She stood up and looked at the sky. Dark clouds were forming. She
needed shelter; a place to sleep. She picked up her backpack and
turned around. The boy was gone.
This will have to do, she sighed.
She was looking at a still intact bus stop. The rain was already
pouring down and she was soaking wet. She put down her backpack
and took out a towel and a small pillow. Another night in the
living hell was about to start.
But when she woke up, he was there.