The Last One

‎Sunday‎, ‎September‎ ‎6‎, ‎2572

My father makes the world a better place. Or so I thought.
We are the last humans on the earth since the falling. The meteors hit the earth 12 years ago wiping out most of the human population. There are only about 200 of us left. I was three years old when the falling happened and me and my father survived but my mother was killed when my house collapsed on us. My father saved me but was unable to reach my mother in time. Soon cities were flattened and most of the people survived started to fight blaming each other for what happened. My father wanted to keep me safe from this so he gathered a small part of the human population that survived and they fled to where I now call home. We are taught by the people that are old enough to have finished school when the falling happened. We are taught math,humanitys, history and sport but we are never taught where we are in the world. My father is an elder one of the only people over the age of 30 when the falling happened. That makes him one of the people in charge of the human population.

Updates on Friday and there will be some early updating depending on how many reads I get.