Smoking a cigarette and looking out across the parking lot in front of the store, James was not at all surprised to find his car gone. At this point, what did it matter? He was the last of his kind, he knew that beyond a doubt. He walked through the double doors and out into the empty world, the rifle gripped in his hand, its barrel resting on his shoulder. The darkness was spreading from the east again, taking up a third of the sky. They were still trying to get the last remaining life.
He pictured the yellow-eyed bastards up there laughing with the knowledge that they didn’t even have to kill off the last community remaining of the one species that could’ve put up a fight. Completely human, Barger had done that for them. James remembered that brief vision he had of the people thriving and bit down on the filter of his cigarette. He knew from the flash they wouldn’t risk coming down from the sky until they had cleansed every speck of life from the world.
He might be the last man on earth, but they would still have to come and take it over his dead body. Feeling strong and healthy, he walked out into the sunset, a look of angry determination covering his face. He wasn’t sure just how long he could survive in this barren world, but he was damn well going to find out.