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MidReal Story
Echoes of Humanity
Anonymous
Jun 27
Scenario:I am the last human on Earth
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Elara Thorne
sole survivor,no relationships,short brown hair,resilient and introspective
Marcus Flynn
mysterious wanderer,ally to Elara,tall with rugged features,stoic yet compassionate
Nora Jensen
techsavvy recluse,friend to Elara and Marcus,pale with bright blue eyes,clever and cautious
Chapter 1
I am the last human.
The words echoed in my head, a mantra of despair that I couldn’t escape.
I was the last human on Earth, and I had been for years.
At first, I had hoped that there were others out there, hiding from the creatures that now roamed the planet.
But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, I knew that I was alone.
And then, one day, he appeared.
Marcus Flynn.
A man who should have been dead like everyone else.
But he wasn’t.
And just like that, everything I thought I knew was turned upside down.
I had spent the last few years accepting that I was alone, that there were no other humans left on Earth.
The truth settled into my bones and became a part of me.
The quiet despair of being truly alone became my reality.
No voices, no faces—I couldn’t even remember what it felt like to be around another person.
Only memories remained of the world before it all fell apart.
I had been one of the lucky ones who had survived the first wave—whatever it had been.
Some said an alien invasion, others claimed it was a government experiment gone wrong.
But in the end, it didn’t matter what had caused it.
Our world was gone, and only the strongest had survived.
For those first few years, I had clung to hope that maybe there were others out there—people who were just like me and too afraid to come out of hiding.
I would search for signs of human life, scavenging what supplies I could find from abandoned houses and stores while keeping an eye out for any other survivors.
But as time passed without contact or any evidence that someone else was out there, I was forced to accept the truth: I was truly alone.
Until now.
I crouched behind a wall made of crumbling bricks as he came into view.
My bow was strapped across my back, but my hand hovered near it just in case.
I watched him from my hidden vantage point, studying his every move.
He was tall with broad shoulders and dark hair that fell just past his ears.
His features were rugged, the kind that came from years of hard living but hadn’t yet been beaten down by the end of the world.
As he walked toward me, he glanced around warily to make sure that he wasn’t being followed or watched.
That’s when I realized that it had been so long since I’d seen another person that I barely remembered what it felt like.
My heart raced in my chest as he came closer to where I crouched, waiting for him to pass by without noticing me there.
And then one day he appeared — Marcus Flynn — a man who should have been dead like everyone else but wasn't.
The realization settled into my bones like a curse, impossible to shake off no matter how hard I tried.
For years, it had been nothing more than a vague suspicion, a terrifying thought at the back of my mind that I pushed away whenever it surfaced.
Even as the days stretched into weeks and then months with no sign of another living soul, I'd clung to hope that somewhere out there, someone else was still alive.
But as the years ticked by and my search for other survivors turned up empty, I could no longer deny the truth: I was all that remained of humanity.
The silence pressed in on me from all sides, deafeningly loud after so many years spent alone.
Gone were the sounds of laughter and whispered conversations that used to fill my ears.
Now there was only silence — an ominous stillness that made every hair on my body stand on end.
It had been years since I'd last laid eyes on another human being, and the memory of what had happened still haunted me.
The creatures that had come for us, that had ripped our world apart in a matter of days — they hadn't been human.
They were something else entirely, something otherworldly that defied comprehension.
The way they moved, the way they spoke — it was all wrong.
I'd never seen anything like them before, and even now, all these years later, their alien forms still haunted my nightmares.
I'd spent years scouring the remnants of cities for signs of life, hoping against hope that there were other survivors out there somewhere.
I watched from my hidden vantage point as he moved through the ruins with cautious steps, his gaze darting suspiciously from side to side.
He moved like a predator stalking its prey, his eyes scanning for any sign of danger.
With each step he took in my direction, I crouched lower behind the broken windowsill, my heart pounding in my chest.
There was something about him that set me on edge.
He was tall and broad-shouldered, with long dark hair that fell past his shoulders in tangled waves.
His features were rugged — too handsome to be called rough — with a strong jawline and a straight nose.
The end of the world had done little to dull his good looks; if anything, it had only made him more attractive.
He moved with a confidence that spoke of experience, his eyes sharp and alert.
As he drew closer, they landed on the crumbling building where I hid, and my breath caught in my throat.
My heart pounded harder as he came to a stop just beneath the window where I crouched.
I could see the rise and fall of his chest as he sucked in a deep breath, his eyes lingering on the broken windowsill above him.
The silence of the world around us was suddenly deafening, and all at once I felt very exposed.
He knew I was here, watching him from the shadows.
A rush of fear coursed through my veins, but there was something else too — something that made my heart race even faster than before.
This is it… after years of searching, someone's found me at last!
I should have been relieved to see another human being, but instead a cold chill ran down my spine.
My instincts were screaming at me to run, to hide from this man with the dark hair and sharp eyes.
But for some reason, those instincts had fallen silent in his presence.
It was as if they'd abandoned me when I needed them most, leaving me defenseless against this stranger who stood just outside my window.