(I'm sorry if it's not accurate:3)

At night, 2.10 A.M.

You can't sleep, so you were walking down the streets to cure your boredom, just playing with your phone at your apartment. You were walking around, as you pass some ordinary shops and houses with a few Zingais inside. You got a little bit bored, again. So you took your phone from your pocket, as you slowly turn them on and look at it while walking around the streets and a few, abandoned neighborhoods.

There are no people in this world anymore, except you. The other people had been swallowed by the Zingais, while you haven't. You seem to be really bored, having no other people to talk with. You have no one to chat either in your phone. All you can do is just to see some old photos and videos in your gallery and some of your social medias, the photos and videos before the Zingais came and swallow them.

You don't really care about bumping to other people, since there's no more people. You just have to look at where you're walking to so you don't get lost, or bump to a utility pole.

Until finally, you bump into someone. You thought you just bump into some utility pole or something, but as you looked at it, it's not an utility pole. It is a person.

You and him looked each other with both confusion and distrust. How can you, and him find another... person? He tried to break the silence.

"There's... Still another person living here...?"

He mumbled, as you slowly put your phone back to your pocket.