The World Has Ended

Dawn came, bright sunlight removed the darkness and shone all over a peaceful city.

It was time when sunlight reached the top of the big building, shining brighter than ever.

A huge building having 14 or 15 floors. Sunlight also reached there. Entering the top most floor through the window, it shone the entire room.

A man sleeping in that room, on the bed, woke up as sunlight fell on his eyes. A big yawn came from him. Stretching his arms up he stood from his bed.

He went out of the room, towards another room —washroom— took a dump. The sound of flushing never came.

He opened up the refrigerator it was filled with water bottles. He took a bottle out, filled a mug with bottled water, brushed his teeth, and used mug water.

He ate some canned food for breakfast. Changed his clothes to grey jeans, a black T-shirt, and normal leather shoes.

He hung his bag behind, a rather old bag with lots of stretches here and there.

Then left the floor without even bothering to lock the front door. He took the stairs right by the elevator. Moving down slowly and slowly. One step per stair. Not making any noise he moved downwards.

He reached the exit of the building. Walking out of it without looking back he moved ahead through a wide street.

A shopping area.

Different variety of shops were there but none had a single person inside not just the shops but there was not a single person in that area.

He walked through that silent street not bothering to look around. He reached a certain shop which also didn't have a single person inside. He sneaked inside, took special care not to make any noise.

He stole a packet of cigarettes and a lighter then started walking on the straight road again. He took a large puff of the cigarette.

He enjoyed it as he kept walking and smoked.

He witnessed a man at some distance heading straight towards him. The man walked a zig-zag path eyes staring at the road and his hands hanged from his body as if they were broken. Skin so white even more whiter than milk and thin as if there wasn't a single layer of flesh underneath them.

They both narrowed down the distance heading straight towards each other. He moved his right hand towards the back chain of his bag. He found a small pebble inside the bag's pocket which he threw at his right side. A huge sound echoed as the pebble hit the wall of the shop on the right side.

The man who was heading straight towards him noticed the sound of the pebble and changed his path towards the direction where the sound came. The man completely ignored him and walked right into the wall hitting his face on the wall. The man stood at the wall doing nothing as he walked right past the man completely unnoticed.

Upon covering a huge distance he reached a shop, a novel shop. He searched inside a little then picked up 5 different books.

Again he continued his walk. He was almost out of his cigarette then threw away the remaining little portion of his cigarette.

He reached an old house. Gates were open and he entered through them. Without any hesitation, he climbed the stairs reaching the open roof. A chair was placed there. He sat on the chair and started reading those books. The moment he grew tired of reading, he closed his eyes then put the opened book which he was reading on his face. That book covered his whole face not allowing a single ray of sunlight to pass through.

'The world has ended,'  he spoke in his mind. He continued,  'Everything happened five years ago in Japan. The virus broke out, it changed the living beings into flesh-eating monsters. They look normal at the start but you wouldn't know when a pack of teeth would come out of nowhere and will be biting you like crazy. Only one bite and its game over. We called those monsters "zombies". They just took six months to destroy humanity. Everyone was killed, not a single soul is alive. Everyone just ended up dead. It was just luck that I climbed over that wall and survived.'

He stopped talking in his mind. A long moment passed he sat on his chair without moving a single part.

After some time sun hid behind big clouds. He picked up the book from his face then stood up. Putting the book on the chair he left the roof. Went down the stairs, he took each step nice and slowly. His bag on his back, his hands in his pockets of jeans.

'I only have one motive', he talked once again inside his mind. 'To find a survivor. Just one. I don't need a large group. One is enough. I will prefer a girl… but a guy is fine too but still if god will make only one wish of mine true… I will ask for a girl.'

'I want to talk to someone. It feels like I haven't talked in five years.'

He reached a certain room downstairs. A kitchen. He put his bag on a platform right next to the stove. He checked the drawers and refrigerator to find something. Found some food cans.

He opened his bag then took out a handgun and a knife to make some space for food cans then started putting food cans inside his bag.

A shadow reached the gates. Getting bigger and bigger until a head popped out from the gate.

He filled his bag from the cans without noticing what awaited behind his back.

A skinny girl, with white skin, moved forward, toward him, staring at the ground. Slowly she shortened the distance then stood right behind him. He still didn't notice her.

She moved her head up, her eyes pure white, no sign of pupil, her lips black and dry. She moved her head ahead directly on his left shoulder but not touching him.

Her mouth opened ready to take a big bite out of his shoulder. She made a loud noise and jumped on him.

He was startled, lost grip of the food can which he was about to put in his bag. But gained control over his body, he moved his hand fast enough to stop her from biting him.

His right hand was on her head, her teeth a few centimeters far from his shoulder. He fell on the platform on his back.

She looked skinny and boney but had enough strength to surpass the force applied by his hand. He knew he won't last like this. He looked here and there fot anything. At his left, there were his gun and knife.

He straightened his left hand and his hand also reached the gun but he didn't pick it up rather he went for the knife which was few centimeters far from the gun. He struggled to reach the knife.

She also closed their gap. Clacking her teeth as if it already got the fresh meat inside.

He struggled again, stretched his hand even further to reach the knife.

His fingers reached the knife. He pushed the knife towards himself with his fingers. Finally, he grabbed the knife and pierced her skull with every strength in his arm.

The girl dropped dead.

He pushed her away. Slipped slowly down to the floor. His both hands hanging by his knees, his face up to the walls.

'You must think why I didn't use that gun even if it was closer than the knife',  he asked someone in his mind.  'Hahaha, I haven't used this gun since that day, five years ago. The day when all of my friends and group members ended up dying because of me.'