Last man on earth

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The last man on earth sat in his room...when he heard a knock on the door. He had never imagined it would come to this. He was the last man on earth, and it was lonely. He slept lonely, ate lonely, dreamed lonely and breathed lonely. It seemed like only yesterday that paradise had all gone to pot... It had been on the news. Effecting only small amounts of people, in small parts of the world. Elderly, then children, then everyone. Not AIDS, not cancer, not even the cold. Zombies? Hardly...Aliens, we hoped. Religous sky god returning to take only his followers? dream on... No... It was much worse then that... It was all over the social networks and internet... ...and for one moment the world was not shitting kittens over gay marriage and who was on Muray. "Five die from skin eating bacteria" "Hospitals clueless" For once drugs and medience was not the answer. Had they ever been? But then again no one knew the answer. The outbreak hit third world countries and we didnt worry, It hit small parts of Europe and we didnt worry, Japan had mass deaths and we didnt worry. Florida saw its first case in the year 2043...and we worried. It was just the beginning of the end. The bacteria started off as it had before, Nursing homes, then schools, then children brought it home. Then everyone. No movie had prepaired us for the savage attack on our bodies that this bacteria brought. We prayed for a cure, we cursed god for a cure, and we swamped the hospitals for a cure. The Rich offered rewards, for anyone smart enough to make a cure. The poor killed others for a cure. For once money didnt talk. Not when your skin was desolving day after day. He still remembered the day his daugther had not felt well. "Its the flu" His wife assured... He still r... ... middle of paper ... ...en anything to be serious about...no one made it out of life alive right? Then it hit him... Why was HE alive... He had been exposed to countless bodies, those of loved ones and enemeys alike...small, large, medium and in between. He had never caught it. It seemed he wouldnt at this rate. The noise had been a dream at first. His mind was breaking finally, a happy delusion of the silly notions his cranium had potrayed to keep that small seed of hope alive. Then it happened again... Loud knocking... Strong knocking... Knocking?! He looked down the long hallway...at the door. Steel door...echoed as it sounded again Maybe he should answer that...the doorbell was obviously broken. Maybe... How much worse could it be? He could catch it... It could end... The last man on earth sat in his room...when he heard a knock on the door. ...so he opened it. Works Cited Mysellf

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