The blinding sunlight woke him. He looked around.

How the heck did I end up sleeping in the middle of the road?!

He stood and explored the place.

Where on earth are the people?

He walked and walked until he came to a field. He saw a man tending the field.

Finally! A man!

He approached. “Excuse me, mister. I’m lost. Can you tell me what place is this?”

The man didn’t seem to hear him.

“Mister? I’m lost and am very tired. Please help me.” He begged ad touched the man’s shoulder to get his attention.

The man slowly looked his way and raised the rake high. Seconds passed before it registered to him that the gesture was meant as an attack. What the…?!  Adrenaline rushed to his head. He stumbled as he ran for his life.

Where am I? What is happening?

He had no idea that he was the last one.

154 words

Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.


15 thoughts on “THE LAST ONE

  1. That really sucks for him, to put it lightly. How awful! I’m left wondering if he’s truly the last human left, or if there’s a way to reverse what happened to the rest of them. Dun, dun, dunnnnnnnn. Good job with this!

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