The world has come apart. Nothing’s left. I have nothing left. No one to share my memories with, no food, no help; no nothing. Just my lonely self, trying to survive. Trying to keep my sanity, for what it’s worth. “I need someone!” I said. “I can’t keep going on like this!” I said, a little louder, hoping someone could hear me. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. I dropped to the sidewalk of the deserted city, and cried. I had no reason to be alive anymore. The world had basically ended, and I didn’t know if I could keep going with no food, and these wounds.
I had stopped bleeding but the cut was still pretty deep. I’d been out here for 3 weeks, all alone. The last thing I had to eat, was a small peice of bread, and I had consumed it about 3 days ago. Of course, my dating of the days could be very off. I have no idea what today is.
I went inside a large building and went to a couch that was in, what seemed like, a waiting roo