When the World Died

What do you do when all who tolerates you dies? What if the whole world died? What if you were the only one alive?
The first two questions relate to me, the last one is a lie. I'm not alone. And sometimes that isn't a good thing. The first person i trusted the most, named after the rain, has left me. He jumped to the other side of the ground as it shook that day, the day when the earth shifted. And then I'm left with a group of little kids who are just like me. Oh, did I forget to tell you? I don't breathe oxygen. It's the reason I'm alive.