Death. I can feel it in my soul, hissing my name from ice-cold lips. It lingers at every turn, every crevice of the destroyed bunker is filled with its cruel temptation. I’m the last human on earth, although I’m not quite sure how much longer I can keep going. Everything is toxic, including the air that is steadily assaulting my lungs with a thousand needle pricks. The disease spread quickly, like poison through veins. The doctors who developed it were all dead before they could name their creation. The rest of the population was quick to follow. I used to think I was lucky to have escaped with a mild case. Now I find myself begging for the disease to finish me off, knowing that I would never have the courage to do it myself. I have nothing left to exist for; no family, no friends, nothing. They're all dead. The only company I have are guilt and regret, wishing that I had destroyed the virus when I had the chance. Wishing that I hadn’t given up on the mission.
I was in a special organization. We were supposed to seek out and destroy anything that could potentially lead to an epidemic like this. Unfortunately, more often than not we were destroyed by the very things we were supposed to be destroying. No one is immune to death. I panicked when the call came in that the virus had escaped. I didn’t respond, I needed to see my family first. By the time I got there, it was too late. They were all dead. Now I have to live wondering if I could have changed things. If I hadn’t been so selfish, could I have saved the world? It was a pointless question, because I’d never know. The world was beyond saving now, and so wasn’t I. All I had to do was wander this barren wasteland.
As I walked among the wreckage, I nearly tripped over a body, breaking my trace-like state. I looked down into the poor victim's face; my face. It was half eaten by rats, and almost decomposed beyond recognition, but I knew it was mine. The sight of it was a painful reminder of my fate. Kneeling down over my rotting body, I broke into sobs. How could I forget? There was no escape. Death had already taken me in her icy claws, and this was my eternity.