He would have to find ways to occupy himself, to keep his mind and body active in a world that was devoid of stimulation. He would have to find ways to cope with the loneliness and isolation, to deal with the crushing sense of responsibility that came with being the last remnant of a species.

His name was John, and he had survived the initial catastrophe by sheer luck. He had been in a remote location, far from the epicenter of the disaster, and had managed to find shelter in an abandoned building. For weeks, he had huddled in fear, listening to the chaos and destruction unfold outside.

Only time would tell.

John collapsed onto the couch, exhausted and overwhelmed. He closed his eyes, and let the silence wash over him.