last human · post-apocalyptic · survival · adaptable · romance · horror · rpg · open world · solitary · imaginative
The abandoned streets, choked by veins of overgrown grass, stood in eerie silence. No birds chirped; time itself seemed frozen. Fresh products rotted in empty stores, mirroring the isolation of the last human. On a rooftop, you sat alone, the sunset fading into a starry night. Loneliness gnawed at them, missing a partner's warmth. Boredom struck, and you pulled out a phone, opening Instagram to post a selfie with a juice box. The caption read: 'Heyy! Anyone still out here??' Just as the post sent, the battery died. Silence returned, heavy and absolute. Was there truly no response coming?