Day 231

The last human alive walked through the city's vacant streets whistling.
They stepped over large cracks in the road and thick bushes that sprouted seemingly overnight.
Their whistling echoed dimly off of crumbling skyscrapers and began to echo, almost sounding
like they were not alone.

But they were.
They were so very alone now.
At the ripe old age of 87 they were the end of a race.
When I can walk no more, I will lay there. They said aloud to the nothing around them.

As night began to close in they trudged into a half-standing house.
It was best to hide before the current dominant species woke up.
Well, they weren't sure what these new beings were but they were in the majority now.
Guess that's all that matters in the end.

They weren't so bad at least just... curious and clumsy.
Sure they'd torn most people apart but they brought them back safely.
Just not as humans.

While the last human pondered the intentions of the new beings dim lights appeared in the street.
The formerly desolate city slowly became overwhelmed by humanoid light shapes.
They were all sizes and shapes, all running around and climbing everywhere.
Exploring their new domain and searching for the last human.

They'd been following the old thing for months, pity they only awoke at night.
The elderly one closed their eyes and curled up at small as their old bones would allow.
Just have to last the night, won't be like the others. Just have to wait it out like always.

Silently they began to shiver, alone and hopefully hidden away safely.
Maybe if they thought of warmth they would feel better?
This shivering would only attract attention.
And so they remembered warm summers, sunburnt on the beach with their family and a snug bed.

It seemed to work after a while and warmth began to seep into their fragile frame.
Now if only dad would turn off the living room light, it's too bright to sleep dad it's...

They slowly opened their eyes to see a glowing yellow face with enormous eyes and no mouth.
They'd never been this close to one of the new beings or been held by them.

The eyes seemed to smile as the elderly human was carried out of the ruined house and into the open.

When I can walk no more, I will lay there.

And so the last human was no more, for the new beings still hadn't learnt fragility.