The Last Man on Earth
roamingimagination katelockhartx
It had been a year and a half since the virus and as far as Levi was concerned, everyone was dead. His parents, his brother, his friends. People he hated, people he liked. Even people he had yet to meet. Everyone and anyone was dead and gone. And while the world was certainly a big enough place, he was sure that if there was a single person out there - he would have met them by now. People had a way of gravitating towards one another. And while Levi wasn’t the friendliest guy out there, even he knew life was worth very little without relationships or people. Good, or bad.
There was only so long you could spend looking for people you knew you would never find. He spent that first year and a half looking. Levi traveled from place to place, marking every town and city off his map. He spray painted buildings and billboards to let people know he was alive, and where to find him. But still, nothing. So when he finally accepted that everyone was good and dead, he found himself a rather large house on the west coast. With or without people, he was sure he would live the rest of his sorry life out in luxury.
He stole the best paintings he could find, decorating his new mansion with various objects and pieces of furniture taken from his travels. For a while there, he realized life didn’t have to feel so worthless. He could spend his time doing things that he wouldn't normally do because he was so held back by people and money when they were around. But now, Levi wasn’t sure this was enough to keep him happy at all. Being alone for so long was starting to make him feel stir crazy.
Standing at the edge of a bridge and looking down into deep waters, Levi was weighing his options. Was anything worth living like this anymore?
