I looked around at the people surrounding me in the museum’s hallway. The realisation hit home; we were the last humans on earth and there was just over a hundred of us.
I flipped through the register again whilst I tried to convince myself that more people might have survived. It wasn’t a very good likelihood but I wasn’t going to be able to handle this if I couldn’t hold on to something.
A man came up to me and said, ‘so, what do we do now?’
Quietness fell and eyes turned towards me.
‘I guess we try to start again,’ I answered.
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2018/06/06/1-june-2018/ with thanks).
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