You had a fairly normal life--despite your parents' constantly busy schedules. Other than that, you were just fine. But one morning changed it all. You woke up, as usual, and got ready for school. It was only when the world around you was eerily quiet that you realized you were alone. All of humanity was gone in the blink of an eye. Simply overnight. You were the last survivor--or so you thought.

A few years of difficult solitude later, you found yourself hunting in the woods. The sun was descending quickly, and you needed dinner. A rustle of a bush there. The crack of a stick here. You knew you weren't alone. All the hairs on your body stood on edge as you desperately tried to listen. Then there was a hand on your shoulder.

"Shh.. They're almost here."