The Last

Peter

   All I wanted was some fruit.
  
   You can imagine - with me being almost 100 percent sure I was the last person on earth - that I was pretty freaked out when I saw a silhouette in an alleyway in South Korea, especially when my back was turned, so "it" could have been watching me for god knows how long.
  
   My first action was to slowly walk towards the figure. I know, more typical horror material. But, as the figure stepped out of the shadows and into the sunlight, "it" turned out to be a Korean girl who looked to be somewhere around my age.
  
   Then she said the oddest thing I had ever heard. "You're North America." Naturally, I was confused. "I'm sorry, what?" She looked at me for a little bit longer before running back into the alleyway. "Wait!" I called. When I received no response, I chased after her.
  
   Call me crazy.
  
   After running for a few minutes, I found myself in front of a large stone wall. It was a dead end. "Crap!" I muttered. That was the weird part though. This was the direction the girl had ran. After a few minutes of inspection, I found a narrow crack in between two of the walls that looked just large enough for the odd girl to fit through. And of course, just small enough for me to not be able to fit through. Great.
  
   So I go back through the alley, and then around the alley, where I find an open field. Not exactly what I expected, but the girl is also there, sitting in the grass with a laptop. Although she wasn't looking at me, she could definitely tell I was there.
  
   "When someone runs away, it usually means that they don't want to be followed." She said this without facing me. "I know what you're doing on that computer," I lied. But it got the reaction I had hoped for, as she looked towards me. She looked me up and down for a bit, then turned back to face her computer and said "No you don't." This caught me off guard. "Sure I do," I protested. "Ok, how many people are left on earth?" Seeing as I was the only person left up until now, the answer was really quite obvious.
  
   "Two, just you and me." "Ernnt, wrong. There's six, and I suggest you back off, or I might just make it five." Even after the apocalypse, that was pretty terrifying. "YOU'RE GOING TO KILL ME?!" I admit, I may have over-reacted a bit, but let's be honest, this whole thing escalated rather quickly. "No, not you." I could hear her holding back a tear, and I started to understand. I never knew my dad or had any siblings, and I wasn't really close to my mom, but I could imagine this was pretty hard for her. Naturally, I backed off, because the thought of the first person I have seen in two months committing suicide doesn't make me happy. So, I walked further down the field and sat down, contemplating the whole "end of the world" scenario.

   After a few minutes, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned my head and saw the girl reaching down her hand. "Sorry about that... Improper introduction," she apologized. "Anyway, the name is Asia." I laughed at her nickname. "And what's your real name?" I asked. Her face was stern. "I don't think this is the time. Your name is North America. Here, let me show you." I was confused, but she showed me her computer anyway. It was a radar with six dots on it. Two were combined.

   "This maps out living people," she explained. "After the weird thingies left, there were seven people left in the world, one from each continent. However, sense like, no one lives in Antartica, there were two in North America." "Then how come there are only six left?" I asked. "Because," she explained some more, "the other person in North America was like, three, so he didn't last very long. The rest are in their countries. When I saw that you could fly a plane, I figured you might be able to help me gather everyone." I didn't know if I could pull off something like this. " Why do we need everyone together?" I questioned. She looked at me with a serious expression. "So we can figure out a way to recreate humanity."