Dark and Depressing short storys/ drabbles

The Last man man on Earth sat alone in his room. There was a knock on the door.

Warnings: Gore.

Based on the Writing Prompt:
"The Last Man on Earth sat Alone in his room. There was a knock on the Door"

The Last man on Earth sat alone in his room, depression weighed heavy on his shoulders. He kept his eyes on the boarded windows, Listening to the sounds of silence. He sighed in defeat. 'Why me' He thought to himself, 'Why must I be cursed with existence while everyone else has died?' He shot up from his chair, not caring about the squeaking coming from the rusty springs.

He walked to the window and looked at the rotting boards.
All the boards were un-even and stacked layer upon layer, there were some places where he could look onto the outside world. Yet he never would. He would stare at the rotting wood, and nothing else. He took a deep breath and turned around, heading back to his chair, When suddenly, he heard a knock on the door. It was gentle not too sharp, but loud enough he could still hear it.

He was confused, how in the world could someone be there? All of the humans on earth were gone. Dead. Parished by who knows what. He was all alone. He heard it again, snapping him out of his thoughts. This time it was slightly louder and it moved the wood. He knew that even with all the locks on the door, there was no way the door would hold. The door was old, covered in mold, and holes from termite bites.

'There should be no one else!' he thought. ' My radar showed no human life forms left...' A loud and sharp knock pierced him out of his thoughts once again. This time, he could hear the creaking snap of old, rusted metal. He was doomed. Even if it was another human, he would perish. The last time he saw any humans, it was sickening. He could smell the coppery scent even now. Blood spilling in the street, organs everywhere, rotting corpses spread every which way. The last shreds of humanity were gone. Everyone had gone into predator mode, Everyone was an enemy.

He heard it before he saw it. The rusted hinges creaking in protest as the door, his only protection fell to the ground with a loud THUD He turned sharply looking towards the now open space where his door was. What he saw, Would make even the strongest quiver.

It must have been 7 feet tall, it lowered its head to get inside the room. He felt sick looking at it. Its face was mutilated beyond belief, it had no face on one side, what bits of flesh were visible were shredded and bloody. On the other side, the flesh to its cheek to its shoulder was gone. Rotting flesh and blood trickled down its body. On the right side, a hand was hanging down, only holding on to a few pieces of muscle and shreds of flesh.

Suddenly It spoke to the man, sounds like the screams of souls, and gurgling blood came from its mouth in a mixture of words.

" Ỳ̵͎͆̈́̀ò̴͕̳̻̹̊̈́̃ȕ̴̬̟͇̯͑ ̵̪̝̪̽̃ḧ̶̥ą̷̮̓̈v̷͉̊̑̽̄͝e̶̪͚̙̖̋͠ ̶̧͙͙̬̓͑̓̈́͐ä̸̤͍̖̞̌̔̚͜v̴̰͋͂̂̚͝o̴̬̘͗̽i̶̧̙̪͆͂̓̕d̶̮̠̚ḛ̶̢̛̞̙̕̕d̷̟̭̫̈́̈ ̶͉̝̲̐m̶̗̤̈ȅ̸̪̹̳̖͆ ̸̠̼̀̃̀̆͝b̷̭̹́e̷̛̖̰̯͖̺͂͠f̴̱̖̰̲͖̈́̇̄̕̕ö̴̙̲͇̳́̈́͗̅͝r̴̦̜̱̈́͑e̸̳͔̚͜,̸̛̘̺͚̜̐̽͑ ̵̨̘̟̆̒̍b̷͖͖͙̱͛͒̆u̸̩͑̈́̽͌ͅţ̷̟̫̫̻̊̈́͝ ̵̬͚͍̣̊̍̇͠ͅn̸̛͕͗̆͝ö̶͉̞͚̯̝́ ̵̲̗̐̉̑̔͠ͅĺ̷̢͙̎̒͘͠o̶̼̺̻͉͋͆͒̒ņ̵̼̖́̿̈́̉͜g̶̱̼̈́͛̎̅͜e̸̝͘r̷̯̜͈̱̋̒̉̏̕͜.̵̣͇̾͋̕ ̶͙͕̖͖͆̉͜"

And with that, the terrifying mutilated creature lunged at the man, grabbing him by the throat. The man Screamed when he felt a burning feeling in his stomach, along with the sounds of squishing organs. Darkness crossed over the man's eyes, starting from the corners and crossing over his line of vision. He heard only laughter surround him as he took his last breath.

And thus, the last man on Earth was killed. The creature who did the act had many names, but it was mostly known as: Death.

No, Death is not the friendly peace giver that Humans once thought. It is a terrifying force of evil, that is not to be messed with. 

With that, Death dropped the man. Laughing, as he finally got rid of the last scum that walked the earth.

Shadows fall as the Sun fades in the distance the land resting,   Silence fills the space, and if you stop, you can smell the blood, and rotting corpses that fill the area.

For humanity is no more.

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A/N: Wowsa. I hope you liked it. Tell me what you thought of Death. I love to hear what people think!

Well, bye bye now Darlings!

(698 word count)