It's strange being the only human left on earth. It's even stranger getting a knock on your door late at night. It was all ordinary for me. A usual day. Wake up, explore, find a place to sleep, And repeat. It sounds fun and it is for the first month or so until you've gotten bored of it. And don't get me wrong having all of the theme parks and mansions to explore is the best but it comes to a point where you get lonely. It's always eerily quiet. Well I guess that is the point of being the only human being to exist. By this point I've explored most of the uk. I need to get across water but I couldn't drive a boat or fly a plane for the love of me. So I guess I'm stuck. Stuck on the one place as a little kid I dreamed of leaving. Being small was the best. Having those memories of mum and dad and my sister. I just wish I could've done something to prevent all this. Being alone. Being me.
