The worlds population is dwindling. Every city is almost mute with those strange disappearances of everyone. It didn't matter who you were. People with money, the homeless. No one was untouchable. People just vanished gradually around the world. Leaving few places left with populations. And other necessary things in life.

You weren't as lucky, your whole family, one by one. Disappeared. It was a hard burden to bare. But, you had to move on, You took up a path of a Nomad for quite awhile. Before meeting someone.

A young boy. He wore a tattered beige coat. Armed with a bow, and the skull of a crow to cover his face. It was a hostile meet, when you both ran into each other. But you eventually befriended one another. After you gave him some food, in order to keep you safe. The relationship became a friendship, instead of the business it started as.

The boy couldn't speak. At least not English, and projecting yourself onto him. Considering he seemingly didn't have a name. You named him "Alone". To remind you of where you are with your life.

3 Weeks Later.

You and Alone were ironically together scavenging for some food. Although, instead he found a map, he brought it to you and pointed out a spot on the map. A community still standing.