just the two of us [ m.s x reader ]

II

(Y/N)

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This was getting out of hand. No one was picking up my calls, not my friends, my parents not even the police out of everyone. I rolled down my car window and shouted out of rage. 

"You can all come out now, this isn't funny anymore!" I waited for a fit of giggles and cameras pointed at me but nothing. I was answered by a rush of wind that blew snowflakes into my car. I quickly closed the window back up and sighed as my head banged the seat. I gripped the steering wheel in frustration until I saw my hands starting to turn white. I released my grip and felt blood rushing back. I picked up my phone again. Everything seemed ok with it. I still had network and my battery was full. And I paid my phone bills. I decided it wouldn't do me good to stay here and decided to head back to my house. 

When I turned the doorknob and headed back into the warmth and comfort of my house I suddenly stopped and realized something. Does the electricity still work? I rushed to the fridge and swung it open to see the light turn on. I sighed in relief and grabbed a yogurt as I hadn't eaten anything yet. I devoured one and then two which turned to three. Feeling full, I made my way to the sofa and turned on the tv, hoping it would distract me from the strange thoughts swarming in my head. The local news channels went on and on, talking about how a tree that got caught in a snow blizzard and fell on a car, killing two parents and leaving their two kids behind alive but badly injured. I scrolled on my phone until I stopped, my eyes widening as I realized. 

This happened a week ago. Why would they play the news again? My journalism internship I took one high school summer answered the question for me. When news channel didn't have anything to cover, they would usually, send back the same information back in a loop until they had something juicy to cover. But a week went by and the news changed so how come it shifted back to this week old scoop? I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and began to look around as i looking for answers. I tried to ignore the little voice inside my head that told me something I feared. But it was edging awfully close to being the truth. I grabbed the tv remote and turned it off, staring now at my distorted reflection in the black screen. 

Did I just wake up to being the only human left on Earth?

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I paced back and forth while my head ran up and down, side to side in frenzy panic and mania. How much time until the nuclear centrals exploded? How much food left? How much until backup electrical systems dies down? How much until the wilderness came back out? How much time did I have left before I would die? 

Was I truly alone? 

I clasped my head in my hands as I broke down on my kitchen floor. This is not how I intended to spend the second day of being 18. I sobbed until the air in my lungs ran out and I winced in pain as air came back in. Then I had no more tears in me to cry. It was late December, I'd give it a week before electricity died out and I would be plunged in darkness, or into a radioactive chaos from the nuclear centrals that would over heat. After getting answers from the web -while I still had access to it- I closed my laptop and told myself I had one month to live before nuclear power plants would explode, causing more casualties than Fukishima and Tchernobyl. I sighed as I took in the morbid information. What does one do with a death wish? I then did something that I never do. I brought my nails to my lips and began biting them nervously. 

What to do with the time I have left? 

One month. 

But another question crept in my head and planted itself there. 

Was I truly alone? Or was there a slim possibility that someone else was out there too. Waking up one morning like I did and felt absolutely hopeless, wondering where everyone went. Wishing and crying and begging that it was just a prank, yelling out in the open expecting an answer but only hearing the echo or the wind howling back at you. 

I should take that chance. 

I don't want to die alone. 

I took my phone and set it on a bookshelf where it was just a little lower than my shoulders and adjusted it so that it would film the upper half of my body. I sighed and rubbed my eyes until I started to see different colors and shapes. I opened them again and started at the black screen of my phone that turned off itself after a minute. 

What do I have to loose anyways? 

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"To anyone who might still be out there, please know that you are my only hope. I woke up one morning only to find my town empty of any humans. I even travelled to my capital city to find it empty. I'm starting to think that I'm the only human left." my eyes started to wander to the shelf as I stared at the photo frames on the shelves. Family pictures. I grabbed the one where I was dressed up as a princess and my dad was behind me holding up my pigtails, while I flashed the camera with a big smile, with some missing front teeth. I picked up the frame and brought it closer to me. 

"I don't know what happened to the rest of my family and friends. I have more questions than answers. I have about a month left to live before the nuclear powers in my country explode and I'll die. If I'm truly alone I don't see why I should continue to... stay." I chocked my words and looked back at the camera, setting the frame facing down. 

"If there's still hope out there. That I'm truly not alone, I hope this video finds you in good time and I hope you will answer this. The electrical power will be out in a week or so and I won't get an answer, hopefully it won't come to that." 

"Right? Anyways, my name is (y/n) (l/n) and I'm awfully lonely, there is no form of life where I am whatsoever. So to whoever finds this please please get back to me. Or if someone does find this but if it's too late. Please know that I lived a beautiful life, I just regret not having more time. It's Monday morning the day after I found out everyone was gone. If I don't get an answer by Friday or Saturday, I guess this will be it." I painfully smiled. I stared at myself in the camera and saw how red and puffy my eyes were.  I reached over and ended the recording. 

I logged into my computer and uploaded the video on every social media platform I could think of under different hashtags and I even tried hacking my old internship's news anchor and live stream the video on a loop at a global scale. Hopefully someone will stumble across it. I closed my computer and silently prayed to any deity who would listen. I then got up and went about my days. 

I just didn't expect an answer two days later.