[ WP ] The four last people on earth decide to commit suicide one by one . The last man decides he can not bring himself to end his own life . Describe the remainder of his life .

Sara was the first to do it. The first of the last 4 to leave. She wanted a quick slip into the void and we did our best to supply that request. We hanged her, or at least, made sure it was done correctly. I set up the space, the barn on the other side of the property; Jon, he found the rope; and Glen provided a bit of spirituality to it all- she hoped that what she did could help Sara end up on the stairs up rather than the pit down. 
 
 It was cloudy, about to rain, just before sunset, and we stared at the door to the barn. We could just make out the lining of her body. Sara climbed the stool, paused, then slipped her neck into the noose. She made a big swing of her hips, and just as her support tipped beneath her a gust of wind slammed the doors shut, lightning struck above, and we knew the universe had her to itself. 
 
 Jon, wanted a different way; shotgun, to the face. He asked me if I would be the one to do it. I hesitantly said no; But his eyes were pleading. I gave in to my own morals and instead said'yes' I would do it. 
 
 The next day he and I went to the house by the river and, surprisingly, he said that he would actually feel better if he spared me the gore and would do it himself. I thanked him, hugged him, and waited outside instead. He was my best friend, or at least as close as a person can become after a week being of the last 4 people on Earth. 
 
 Jon walked himself into the Great Room; I stood beneath the floor, next to the garden, and looked out towards the distant mountain ridge. About a minute later Jon pulled the trigger and an explosion erupted and echoed through the land. A stream of tears carved down my face, and I made a quick glance at the building only to be shocked at all the blood splattered on the window. It was grotesque, and I only hoped he was in a better place. 
 
 Glen was nowhere to be found after I left Jon and went searching for her. She did say she wanted to do it alone, though I wish I could have said goodbye. I walked down the river, the only path other than up the small mountain, and then found her blouse, snagged along the other shoreline by a branch poking into the water. I guess she drowned herself. What an awful way to end your life, I thought. I did n't know her well, not like Jon, but I said a quick prayer, in honor of her religion, then went away. 
 
 Well, now it was my time. I did choose to climb the mountain, to about a third of the way up where a section pokes out and a ledge opens to an at least 500-foot drop. 
 
 My fear of heights rattled inside me, but of course we were all so sure about what we were doing. I shimmied a little bit closer to the edge, at first taking in the beautiful view; what a world we lived in. So many wonders and things to explore when you're alive. And... what am I doing, how can I rob myself of my own life!? Surely it can not be up to my own wishes to end such a thing! 
 
 I then looked down to where my death would crunch into being. How horrendous! No, I can not, *should* not be doing this. My dear friends may have already made their choices, but I wo n't make the same mistake. 
 
 I climbed down to the land my friends and I once shared, and what a coincidence that I find three sons of bitches who faked their own deaths.
