As I approached my next stop for lunch I felt as if I was being watched but that was near on impossible I was the only one left. I entered the abandoned supermarket grabbed what ever I fancied and left. I saw that the parking lot was empty. Ha see what I did there? Yeah I'm not that funny but I find myself funny so that's another perk of being alone. I can be myself. I sat down on the floor of the parking lot. The gravel was stone cold. Again see what I did there? Yeah I embarrass myself sometimes. Grass was growing in spots in the ground along with little tiny flowers not actual flowers but the ones that people used to say made you wee. Dandelions. That's it. I take out my phone and write down in my notes. It's like a diary just not as cliche. I hope that one day, when I'm gone of course I can't live forever, that somebody or something finds my phone and gets to publish it. I can see it now my name in lights. The title of my movie/story: the quiet in the apocalypse. Wow. Sometimes I wonder what I've become. It's like I'm having an identity crisis but with words. Being alone like this is like being in your room on your own. You know the type of loneliness that is actually quite comforting. It's comforting in the fact that you forget your alone. I start to walk again but not on the path on the road. Because why not there's no cars. I might as well. The world smells like lavender and overgrown plants. Not petrol or smoke like it did before.
