Last Of His Kind

The plague was thorough. I was the only survivor.

I never went out much. Maybe that’s why. We never worked out what it was or how it spread.

Not through pizza takeout, at least.

Surprisingly, things still mostly run. I wouldn’t say they’re better, but they’re not noticeably worse.

Of course, the void led to a new order. New faces at the top. And while my freedom is now more limited, they’ve not been unkind. I guess I should be grateful to our... my... new overlords.

I am the last man on Earth.

The women keep me in a museum.