Anna, 17, is living in an apocalyptic world. She remains one of the seven survivors. Days before she leaves, Anna meets someone, someone different. He isnt a survivor or one of them. In the apocalypse, you should only care about being the last, and being the last means leaving the house. She will come to many challenges along with a conclusion of the end. Not only the end of this, the end of everything. Rated PG-13 for violence and language. Regular Updates. Part of Story: 100 days to travel and I would be able to live in the conditions, about 26 miles a day should work if I did the math correctly. It is cold up here during the summer and fall seems to begin very soon. Late July is about the time it is, but I haven't been keeping track like I should have. There was a quiet whisper carried to nothing from the wind, though there was dignified sound proving the existence. "Probably just the trees," I told myself. I drew my sword on the slight case of a zombie or anything else, then I turned toward the direction I thought it might have been. Nothing revealed this time, glad there was not. A blunt edge of something collided with the back of my head. I coughed and fell, soon blacking out...hearing and seeing absolute nothingness.