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Social isolation had forced an eerie silence upon them. While fear haunted their existence, one question was at the forefront.
When was this going to end?
The virus had ravaged the United States, leaving only one survivor in its wake. John, the last man standing, wandered the empty streets, searching for signs of life that had long since vanished. Social isolation had forced an eerie silence upon him, broken only by the occasional howl of the wind.
With each passing day, fear gnawed at his mind, a constant companion in this desolate world. He spent his days scavenging for food and supplies, always on the lookout for any remaining traces of humanity. But they were nowhere to be found, and the question that haunted him relentlessly was simple yet profound: When was this going to end?
Alone in his final days, John grappled with the cruel reality of his situation. Memories of a once bustling society haunted his dreams, a stark contrast to the grim reality that surrounded him. As he watched the sun set on the empty horizon, he found himself longing for the warmth of human companionship, a luxury now lost to him forever.
In the end, John's story would be one of solitude and survival, a testament to the indomitable human spirit in the face of overwhelming adversity. As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, he held onto hope, even as it dwindled to a mere flicker in the darkness. And as he faced the inevitability of his fate, he whispered a silent prayer for a world that would never be the same again.
© c.wright
#CoronaVirus
Social isolation had forced an eerie silence upon them. While fear haunted their existence, one question was at the forefront.
When was this going to end?
The virus had ravaged the United States, leaving only one survivor in its wake. John, the last man standing, wandered the empty streets, searching for signs of life that had long since vanished. Social isolation had forced an eerie silence upon him, broken only by the occasional howl of the wind.
With each passing day, fear gnawed at his mind, a constant companion in this desolate world. He spent his days scavenging for food and supplies, always on the lookout for any remaining traces of humanity. But they were nowhere to be found, and the question that haunted him relentlessly was simple yet profound: When was this going to end?
Alone in his final days, John grappled with the cruel reality of his situation. Memories of a once bustling society haunted his dreams, a stark contrast to the grim reality that surrounded him. As he watched the sun set on the empty horizon, he found himself longing for the warmth of human companionship, a luxury now lost to him forever.
In the end, John's story would be one of solitude and survival, a testament to the indomitable human spirit in the face of overwhelming adversity. As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, he held onto hope, even as it dwindled to a mere flicker in the darkness. And as he faced the inevitability of his fate, he whispered a silent prayer for a world that would never be the same again.
© c.wright
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