[ 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 .

*Thursday, October 23rd* 
 
 The pale and bloody machine rattled in violent twitches as it deconstructed and reassembled the bones and ligaments that belonged to Chelsea. It was a process which i had seen more times than I ’ d seen the sun this year. Yet it now seemed so foreign again. The thing that was hacking away at the remains of my daughter was the reason that the human species was nearing its end. 
 
 I ’ m not sure where they came from. Their only function seemed to be scouring the earth for materials to replicate themselves with. It just so happens that the human anatomy was a ripe palette for them to harvest raw materials from. And raw it was indeed. Chelsea was one of the fortunate ones to have been dead when she was found by the harvesters. 
 
 “ Papa, snap out of it! ” I hear my son call out to me as he pulls my arm. I pick him up and start running for the trees. I hear a sudden twisting of metal and without looking back, I know the harvesters have turned their heads to me. They ’ ve seen me. 
 
 I reach a cliff overlooking a glowing stream. I turn around and see the two harvesters following after me. One of them is draped in the beautiful locks of blonde that belonged to my Chelsea. Her favorite bow remains in the hair as well. My son huddles between my arms and I jump out into the glowing abyss. 
 
 Hitting the water from that height always gave me a particular conscious surge of being alive. Being submerged in a cold soup of bioluminescence reminds me of how things were when we lived in cities with light that would flood out the stars. I would gaze upon the stars as a child and came to long for them as an adult. As soon as I resurfaced, I made sure my son could draw a breath. I then drew a breath myself. 
 
 I eventually managed to reach the river bank. I followed a path of marked trees that was left by those who survived in this place before we found it. I reached the aperture to the chasm in the earth which I now called my home. I made sure to carefully lower my son first and then I crawled into the cave myself. I saw the flickering of light at the depth of the tunnel and called out to the others. 
 
 “ Laura, William, ” I yelled. “ They ’ ve found Chelsea ’ s resting place and harvested her. This places isn ’ t safe anymore. We need to go now. ” 
 
 “ I ’ m sorry you had to see that, Chase. I ’ ll grab williams and our things and we ’ ll get going, ” responds a woman with earth tones in her clothes and face. 
 
 This woman was Laura. Chelsea and my son, Michael, had met her in the initial chaos that humanity plunged into when the harvesters first appeared. A day later they found me. And a few days beyond, we met a little boy looking for his parents amidst a pile of rubble and human remains. We decided to take him in. His name was William. 
 
 “ Chase, let ’ s go back to the observatory on the peak. We might have not had a response to our distress call, but at least we had shelter. ” says Laura. I agree with her and we hastily travel the whole night. 
 
 *Monday, November 3rd* 
 
 We had finally ran out of provisions. The food we had carried out from our previous hideout could only last us for so long. We had sealed our own fate by sealing ourselves inside this observatory again. There were countless harvesters clawing at the outsides of this structure. The screeches were horrendous. I looked over at Laura and she looked at me as we felt William and Michael turning from hunger. 
 
 *Friday, November 7th* 
 
 Laura and I had finally decided what to do. This was not a way to live anymore, and saving the boys from an agonizing death of starvation seemed like the only thing we could do for them now. I had found a cocktail of prescription drugs in one of the desks at this facility when we were here last. We asked the boys if they wanted this nightmare to end and they said yes. We gave them about three dozen pills to take each. We told them they would wake up from this hell soon enough. 
 
 William found peace first. My son too, not long after. Laura and I split the remaining pharmaceuticals amongst ourselves. We kiss each other goodbye and swallow them all. 
 
 *Saturday, November 8th* 
 
 It ’ s still dark out and I wake up in a pile of vomit. Laura is next to me and completely cold. The bodies of William and Michael are in her stiff arms. I remember the night before and recall sticking two fingers down my throat right before blacking out. I sob uncontrollably at my failure to protect the little I had left, and furthermore my failure to end this miserable existence of mine. I lay on my back and stare up into the observatory ’ s ceiling. If I am going to die from hunger, I would want to see the stars one last time. I drag myself to the mechanism which manually open the dome shutters. I turn the wheel which clatters as it retracts the roof. The outside harvesters are set into a frenzy by this but I only focus on the sound of the wind coming in from above. 
 
 I once again lay down and look up into the celestial scenery which I had longed to see again since I was a child. My heart overtakes my thoughts with its pounding as I read a message written in the heavens themselves. 
 
 HUMAN MARS SETTLEMENT 2 HAS RECEIVED YOUR DISTRESS CALL. 
 CURRENTLY EN ROUTE. ETA NOVEMBER 8TH.
