I walked through the streets, not feeling anything. Just zero. Limp bodies covered the ground, the stench of death rising from the ground. When was it going to end? The forecast for months was the end of the world. Was I the only one left? I dropped to my knees, holding my face in my hands and sobbing uncontrollably. A hand rubbed my back and I jumped up and screamed. I was certain I was the only person left. And yet, there was a teenage boy standing there, looking at me with bright green eyes. "Hello", he said.