Today I watched you.
For like, half an hour.
No, seriously. I did.
I just, sat there, staring at you for what seemed like forever.
Something just made me want to.
Something made me wonder.
Something about you.
Your past life?
No.
The fact you might have at one time been an attractive young woman?
No.
The fact that you were there.
You were just there, stumbling about.
I couldn't bring myself to squeeze the trigger.
It would have been quick, painless, and effective.
But I couldn't. I couldn't.
You wouldn't understand why.
All these thoughts just started racing through my head.
Thoughts about life, death, love, and morality.
But mostly death.
And I got to thinking, y'know?
Why me?
Why not somebody worthy of such honor?
Why was I chosen to be the last man on the face of the earth?
Why not somebody like Steven Seagal?
Naturally, there was no answer.
Just my own tortured screams, echoing out across nothingness.
And then you noticed me.
You half ran, half limped towards me.
You seemed so happy.
So full of life.
Well, as full of life as a reanimated corpse can be.
And I hurt.
For you.
For me.
For the world.
So I shot you.
One round.
Through the brain.
You fell.
Tumbled to a stop on the rough ground.
And it was over.
That's my nightmare.
That's why I survive.
Because I am the last man on the earth.
And if I die, nobody will miss me.
Nobody will be there to shoot me in the face.
And that's awful, having nobody else.
Tonight, I think, is the night.
The night when mankind becomes extinct.
The night I place the gun to my temple and end it.
Tonight, I think.
I haven't decided though.
We'll have to see what tomorrow brings...
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