With my hand slowly sliding alone the grocery store shelf, feeling the small holes pass under my fingers, I stare at myself in the dirty old refrigerated section. Light from outside is shinning through the main windows streaming the ground is a shade of yellow, mixed with a sense of dread. Shelves picked bare from the years of abandonment I scorn myself for thinking that there would be food here. Empty cans of beans in the corner, blood stains on the floor, bones scattered among the ruins of what used to be high fashion clothes. Fumbling through clothes picking out articles that will help when a familiar crack of a beer can fills the air. Whipping around I see Sean smiling as he downs and beer in a single gulp.

“Well fuck me…” floats from my lips.

“Nahhh, that would take more beers than just 6.” Sean casually retorted as he tossed me a beer.

Cracking open the can I flash back to when beer was always in stock, mini fridges filled to the brim, women always wanting to take more shots of alcohol, the music that always pounded through my old apartment. Now, here I sit, with Sean. My old friend from high school I met about six months after the world went to shit. No one know why, Sean and I don’t know how many people are alive, all we know is that has been over two years and we haven’t seen a single person alive. Every person we meet is either a pile of meat, or a pile of death. Most people picture the end of the world as a dark place, to be honest, it’s one of the most beautiful sights in the world. Grass is greener than ever, lakes shine blue, clouds bigger than ever. Only thing that drives you mad is the silence….the knowing that possibly that you, well…me and Sean…are most likely the last people on Earth.

Finishing the beers I look around, Sean seems to have walked back outside. Standing up, feeling the slight spin of six beers in my stomach, I stumble outside. Sean is nowhere to be found.

“Damn it man…” drips from my lips as I stumble back in. A sharp pain is filling my head and causing my eyes to blur. I lean against the old frosted glass counter as I catch my breath and steady the room which is floating like a boat in the ocean. Upon opening my eyes, the cheesy smile of Sean is right in front of my face.

“Well well…Seems someone has became a lightweight since the end of humanity.” quips Sean as he glides between the isles of the old Quick Mart. “So I’ve been doing some thinking, I know I know, surprise, Me, Sean, thinks from time to time but I’ve came to the conclusion that I would oh…rather not fucking live here anymore.”

With my eyes glossy with the alcohol I barely raise my head in time to watch a mussel flash of a shotgun and the entrance of a bullet into Sean’s brain. Time slowed to a still, I could see Sean’s eyes open wide as the bullet slowly penetrated his brain, letting his last moments of life flash before his eyes. His cerebral cortex firing its last shots of consciousness as he crumpled to the floor.

It’s been done…I touch my own skin…I am the last human being on Earth. My only friend Sean, dead. His brains coating an old can of baked beans, their contents uncomfortably similar in texture and color as they cool and slide down onto the old dirt tile. Standing up, I head out into the desert sun before me. My one true friend has died…turning around slowly to face the store, in the reflection of the old glass window; Sean and I. Turning around with a groan to meet Sean’s radiating face with his shit eating grin

“Well I’ll be damned, it been 568 days since I actually died and I can still fuck with your head man! Don’t tell me your mind is getting weak on me now is it?” quipped what my mind believed was Sean. Sean’s been dead…Sean died close to a year ago. Died to an infection in his small toe. I continue my walk into the desert, Sean happily running circles around me taunting my to kill myself. It’s been like this for a year I honestly don’t know how long I can last before I finally take his advice….Kill myself.

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