It has been three years since they have been walking in search of food. It has been two months since we stopped meeting humans. The last person I saw was a thin, emaciated boy. He said he was going south in search of food, but he was headed for a devastated city. The boy is probably no longer alive.

When he entered the dilapidated building, the air around him changed. It was so purifying that he took a deep breath with all his might. It was the first time in his life that he had felt the air was good.

There stood a beautiful girl dressed in pure white silk. She said.

'You are the last one.'