Frank is just an ordinary person, with an ordinary job, when one day everything changes. A flaming metal object falls from the sky, crashes right in his backyard, and what was inside it would change his life forever. Chapters: 33/33. Complete. FAQ at the end covers all 3 installations of the fic. Prologue and Epilogue can be found on my page.

"He thinks I have stigmata," Frank said, because what the fucking hell, it couldn't get any worse. He might as well just lay it out. "Oh, well," said Brian into his hands. "Of course." ~ I did not write this story. All credit goes to the author, Bexless on Archive Of Our Own. Link to the original story: http://archiveofourown.org/series/9795

War. Cold, unyielding war. Sometimes, cowardice can save your life. Sometimes, hiding while the world fell apart is the only way survival could be possible. For Gerard, that was the only option available. And so he hid for weeks until, one day, he arose from his shelter and began his life as the last man on Earth. Collecting, roaming, searching, and praying that one day he will die quietly from old age, even though he knew that would never happen. His solitude went on for weeks and weeks and months and months and Gerard stayed in a cycle of light and dark. Until the day when the last man on Earth realized he was not alone.