End of the World

    I woke up one morning to discover the world dressed in ash. I lay on the scorched earth -what used to be my floor - stark naked. Seeing my bare skin I quickly covered my body, red with embarrassment, only to realize there was no one to hide from. Every hair on my body was singed and my head was nearly bald. 

"Even I can't possibly make this look good." I murmured. 

    The air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh and the sky was filled with a vibrant orange. I nearly thought I could hear the desperate cries of people. The landscape was empty now. Nothing was moving, except the black ashes which tumbled in the wind. 

    It was hard to believe that just the day before, this was a cityscape. Buildings bloomed with glass-window petals and hard cement stems. The people of New York were on the move, as always. Yellow cabs and cars honked as road rage slowly formed in the never-ending traffic. It had been autumn.

    I could hardly tell what the season was anymore. I got to my feet and found that blisters had formed on the balls of my feet - protecting them from the scorching hot sand and dirt. 

"Hello?"

Nothing. 

    So this is the real deal. I was the only who survived the disaster that destroyed everything while everyone slept. No one saw it coming - not even the most brilliant scientists. Rosie and her family were gone. Lewis the newspaper man was gone too. Everything, just gone. Just like that. But why me? Why must I continue on? I had no one now.. I pinched myself believing it must be a dream, but it wasn't. It was a reality crueler than I had ever known - crueler than I could ever imagine. 

I was the only person left on Earth.