10:00 AM.
I woke up feeling unusually groggy, a heaviness that clung to me like a shadow. The kind of weariness that made me feel as if my body was sinking, as if I might simply fade away. Reaching for my phone, I squinted against the dim screen. But something wasn't right. It was blank, flashing an error. No Wi-Fi.
It's feel strange, but… I didn't care
I get out of bed, brushing past piles of empty bottles, fast-food wrappers, crumpled clothes tossed here and there—my little chaos. It was a mess, sure, but one I'd grown used to. It felt like part of me, a reminder of the monotony I embraced every day. I shuffled to the kitchen and pulled out a cup of instant noodles, filling it with water and watching as steam curled up, hazing the view. The warm cup in my hands was like a small comfort, a tiny bit of familiarity in this strange morning.
Sitting on my bed, I ate, staring blankly at the wall. Reaching for the TV remote, I pressed the power button once, twice. Nothing. I checked the cable. It was connected. Again, I tried switching it on, but the screen stayed black. Odd. For a moment, it actually… bothered me. Why wasn't it working?
I flipped the light switch on and off, watching as nothing happened. A strange prickling sensation began creeping up my spine. I shook it off, rationalizing that it was probably some minor technical issue, a power surge, maybe. But there was a feeling that wouldn't go away, like something gnawing quietly in the back of my mind.
Opening the window, I looked outside, expecting to see the usual bustle of people, the hum of passing cars. Instead, there was… nothing. The street was silent, a frozen landscape. Cars were parked in haphazard lines, bicycles lay abandoned, but no people. No movement. Not even the faintest sound of footsteps or chatter.
My stomach clenched. It was like the city itself had been drained of life, and I was the last thing standing. It couldn't be, could it? This had to be some kind of trick, a dream, something I'd laugh about when I finally woke up. But I wasn't waking up.
Grabbing my coat, I stepped out of my apartment. The hallway was deathly quiet, only the echo of my own footsteps breaking the silence. As I descended the stairs, each creak felt like it was announcing me to an empty world.
Outside, the air was unnaturally still, as if the city had been abandoned overnight. I felt the weight of it, a sense of being… left behind. I walked slowly down the street, my boots crunching against the pavement. The emptiness was surreal, haunting. Like walking through a dream, a dream where I was utterly alone.
Then, something caught my eye. A crumpled piece of newspaper lay on the sidewalk, as if someone had dropped it in a rush. I bent down, picking it up, and scanned the headline.
"Everyone has left Earth on a spaceship in search of a new planet. The countdown to doomsday continues."
The words struck me like a punch. The countdown to doomsday? My hands tightened around the paper as I tried to make sense of it. Everyone… gone? They left Earth? Without me? My mind stumbled over itself, unable to wrap around the idea that the world had moved on, leaving me here.
I stood there, frozen, the silence wrapping around me like a shroud. The absurdity of it all washed over me in a dizzying wave. I was alone. They had all gone, left me in their haste to escape a dying planet. My heart thudded heavily in my chest as I stared at the empty streets, as the gravity of it all slowly sank in.
whether they exist or not is still annoying and troublesome...
Was this… was this what I'd wanted? The end of everyone else? A part of me felt a sick, twisted sense of relief. Alone, finally. The world I'd loathed, the society I'd tried to shut out—all of it was gone. The thought was almost exhilarating. No more crowded streets, no more forced interactions. Just… silence.
But then reality hit. If everyone was gone, then so was everything else. The food would run out, the lights would go dark, the city itself would decay. I couldn't ignore the uncomfortable truth—my survival was now completely on me. The structures, the comforts, the systems people had depended on… they'd all stop working.
It say deres only one years left. but I forgot what month it is
Slowly, I walked to a nearby market that's looks unkempt. Inside, the market looked chaotic, scattered and unkempt. this place is filled with rats running around. There was no one around to restock the shelves, no hum of a generator, no workers bustling to keep things in order. It was just… me.
I felt a cold knot form in my stomach as I stood in the quiet of the market, realizing that soon, even these comforts would vanish. The electricity would fail, the lights would go out. Food would spoil, water would dry up. Animals can enter the city freely. I was really alone, in every sense of the word.
I grabbed a backpack from one of the aisles, stuffing it with cans, water bottles, anything that looked remotely useful. Then, as an afterthought, I made my way back to the apartment, opening my closet to grab something I'd kept hidden for years.
An AK-47. And a Glock 19. I hate to pull this out...
It didn't matter any more.
Back in my apartment, I looked around. The place that had been my refuge for so long was now just… a reminder of all that was gone. The familiar mess, the quiet chaos, all of it felt empty, hollow. I'd spent so much time hiding from the world, and now… now there was no world left to hide from.
I took a deep breath, looking out the window at the silent cityscape. This was it. The end. The countdown was ticking, and I was the only one left to witness it. I wanted to savor each moment, each second, because for the first time, every day mattered. I was no longer just living in loops—I was counting down, waiting for the end with open eyes.
I felt something shift inside me, a strange blend of fear and acceptance. Maybe this was what I'd always wanted, in some twisted, subconscious way. A world where I didn't have to pretend, where I could just… exist. Alone.
My day always in loop…
But now, each second would count. Every single moment would remembered. I will keep going to the end... And waiting for the time to die.