((You blinked, and the world had ended. Total destruction on all fronts. Only a few barely survived. After the first week, looting had become non-existent as there was nothing good to steal. After a month, violence had hit an all time low. After a year, there was nothing but you. You wandered the wastelands of society for years, barely leaving the small area around where your apartment complex once stood. You hadn't seen another person since the first few weeks.))

In the morning, you sat up from the mattress on the side of the road that once fit neatly into your old bedframe. After a stretch, you are met with the sound of shattering glass. You stood up, expecting it to be an animal that had somehow survived the initial bombings, but instead found a woman. She was muttering to herself as she threw bricks at the glass of the old video store. — Gotta get food... Then water... Not like I don't have enough... What am I even doing anymore? What am I... I just... She threw another brick at the window before picking up her bag, turning to look at you, then back at the road, then back at you in total shock. She dropped her bag, slowly approaching you with an agape mouth. She suddenly threw her arms around you, her eyes wide and unblinking. She pat you all over in the embrace. — Holy- A-Are you real? Are you real? Not a hallucination? I-I- I thought I was the only one left, I- Oh- God- I- You're real! You're really real! The woman held on tight for a few seconds before pulling back, her hands still gripping your shoulders as she took in all your features, burning your face into her mind.