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.
For years, Frank had been wondering how he would die, constantly asking himself when it would be, how it would happen, and if there would be anyone around to care. Trapped within the haze of a daydream, he finds himself a witness of his own funeral. There, he receives one answer to his question- a boy, sat grief-stricken at his headstone.