The darkness provided the cold chill to Alexander, Who for the last couple of month has been living out of a destroyed subway tunnel. Which might I add provides a very nice rustic feeling to the whole, The world ended and each one of us is doomed to nuclear fire you know. I meanwhile it is a subway station, a little decoration truly makes it feel like home but enough talking about something unimportant allow me to introduce myself, I am Alexander, Yes I was speaking from the third perspective. What I can’t break the fourth wall a little, considering my circumstances as the last living being on earth I deserve a little leeway but fine I’ll refrain from doing so just let me explain a couple of things. The world ended, I can't tell you how, but I don't know if I'm the last human on the planet. I just assume, so it just all is a little hard to wrap around my head around it, I've had time to adjust a whole 6 months so.

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But overall, I'm tired. I get my food from vending machines, and I get entertainment from my C.H.I.P. (That's just a fancy name for a device that's put in your brain and eyes. And being stuck in the subway because you were pushed into it and the shockwave that also collapsed the entrances being a not so great start. But I tried to make the most of it every day starting new and continue it like I'm trapped in a paradox but hey I did find a dead body with some gear and I totally didn’t throw up, so all is good you know. But it was weird on where that body came from, but I’ve learned to not ask certain questions unless I want to spiral into it and destroy myself.

       I truly believe that I will die in this subway station I’ve grown to call home, so might as well enjoy whatever time I have left. It is probably what I’ve would’ve done had it not been for a sudden collapse of one of the tunnels, finally tarting this story