The Last

Peter

When I awoke, dawn was breaking. Australia hadn't woken me up for my second shift.

That's how I could tell something was wrong.

It took me less than a minute to find Australia's body. When I saw his bones jutting out from his skin along his whole body, (except his head) I knew I was too late. The oddest way to go, too; he seemed to have been stepped on by an ignorant elephant.

I shook Asia, but she didn't wake up. A little surprising, but she got her leg mauled by a hippo, so she clearly needed her time.

Why did there have to be so many dangerous animals in Africa. I was just glad we hadn't yet encountered a crocodile.

Yet.

We needed to find Africa, and fast. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if Asia were to die.

Fine, here you go. I like her.

So I immediately get up to go. But before such, I feel compelled to take a look at Australia. Of course, he wasn't in tippy top shape. After a minute of inspecting his face, - the one part of him that didn't get brutally crushed - I decided to touch it. Not in a creepy way or anything, it was because his face had something odd about it that I just couldn't put my finger on. And it only got odder when I felt it.

Why?

Because it felt like leather.

My first thought was to haul Asia over my shoulder and get the hell out of here, but my curiosity was through the roof. I flipped Australia over on his back side and wasn't too surprised to find a clip on the back of his head. I detached the clip and pulled of the - believe this - costume. When I turned him back over, I saw his real face. That bastard had been lying to us the whole time. The real Australia was Asian.

I suddenly found myself asking, "What if this is Asia's father?" So I decided to wait for Asia to get up. This man was Asia and we found him in Australia, where Asia said her father was during the apocalypse. I honestly hoped it wasn't her father, because Asia would be devastated, but she would deserved to know in case he is.

I sat there the whole day, eating a total of only two sandwiches I found in Asia's pack. Got to conserve food. Thankfully, there were no animal intruders that day.

I wish I could say the same for human intruders.

   I was sitting in the grass, looking at a giraffe in the distance, when I felt a small poke in the back. Glad that Asia was finally up, I started to turn around, but a sharp voice (with a hint of Jamaican) said,"No. Get up." So I did, as I was not sure the random person - most likely Africa - was jabbing my back with.

   "Name," the boy snarled. "North America," I replied as calmly as possible. I felt the object in question spin on my back. "Real name," he snarled once again. "The one thing we have left ourselves that keeps us from everyone else is our name," perspiration started to form on my forehead. Suddenly, the mysterious object dug into my back. Whatever it was, it was sharp. I put my hand over my mouth to keep from shouting out. "Real. Name." "I'm telling you," I said," I'm North America. And you Africa." The pain quickly escalated, even starting to hurt my stomach. Upon looking down. I found a spearhead piercing through my stomach.

   Pain surged through me, more powerful than before, especially now that I realized that the spearhead must have gone through my entire body. Of course, I fainted. Or did I die? I'm not really sure, to be honest.

   On the bright side, I found out what the object was.