I don't know what's happening to me, I'm beginning to think I'm losing my mind recently I've been experiencing feelings of fatigue and dehydration. I'm sure if there were a doctor here you'd likely tell me to get some rest. There is no doctor here. I'm left here to fend on my own, find my own food and shelter, and come up with some way to make it till tomorrow. Other than that my life is pretty free range, but the solitude seems the force of development of some form of psychosis. I'm not actually sure all of the symptoms that I'm exhibiting, but I know it's getting bad. Each day I wake up thinking and worrying about something worse than the day before. I would say I need help, but there is no help. Again, I'm the only one left... Unless, the figure of the girl that I saw by my fire was more than just an illusion. I keep wondering if it's possible that someone else survive the apocalypse, someone else besides me. It tugs at my mind I'm not entirely sure how to feel about it, but I do know one thing. If that figure appears to me again I'm going to figure out whether or not the being is real or if I'm just hallucinating. Either one, and not only will I be the last man left on Earth, I'll also be the last nutcase.
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At World's Beginning (Biggest WIP)
Science FictionA close to death encounter leads to a beyond life adventure. A story about a post-apocalyptic world in which one man destined to spend the remainder of eternity isolated in the most open area, the entirety of Earth. Though his journey is tough, he m...
