The Last....

Your life has been pretty mundane. The oldest, with two younger sisters and a mother.... Your father died when you were a young boy, lung cancer did him in. A high school student that always blended into the background. And girls were never your forte. Not to say you weren’t attractive. Medium tall, with shaggy blonde hair and pale blue eyes. It was simply that you had been **** to attend a all-boys school. And the supply of girls had been running low over the past two hundred years. A shame really.

You lived in a very small town, where very little happened. You always cursed your luck, until one day, karma was on your side. It started out like any other day. You were on your way to school, late like normal, and decided to take a shortcut through an old park. You wandered through until you came to a stream, and then a bridge that would lead you to the other side. It was old, but you had used it before...

Halfway across a wooden board splintered and broke. As you fell your head snapped against the wooden beam, knocking you out.

-Darkness-

When you awoke, you head throbbed.... You pushed yourself out of the water. Realizing that you were lucky to be alive. Had the stream been any deeper, you would have been dead. After a minute you notice, judging by the sun, its almost noon.

It doesn’t even occur to you... that days, not hours have passed... and you are the last man on earth.

Note From Hazel: His mother and sisters were mentioned for background.