I was walking down the street on a late, rainy Saturday evening, the streets were eerie and daunting. Not a single living being in sight. A week after the robot apocalypse. Still no humans in sight.
After walking the whole day.My legs felt like jelly, I could barely stand up without almost falling over.As soon as I found the slightest bit of shelter under a tree I slammed my bag full of tinned food and supplies onto the floor under the tree and rested my head onto it. I could feel the rain dripping down my forehead and the heavy breeze hitting me like a bolder.
On the verge of giving up, I heard a rustle in the bushes. I shot up. Could it be. Another human?
The rustling got louder and louder unti….
Silence.
Pure silence, not one noise. It felt like the wind stopped howling, the trees stopped moving. It felt as if the world had fully stopped. I can’t be the last human left surely? Are you for real?