[ 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 .

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 `` James, I need you to bury me. That is all I ask of you.'' A tear ran down Samantha's face as she looked at me. It crept slowly over her high cheekbone and slipped slowly into the corner of her mouth. She licked at it out of habit, every bit of water did count. Not anymore though. Not now. Not when she knew it was her turn. I could see it in the deep blue pools of her eyes. She was done. 
 
 `` Okay.'' I said,'' Okay, I'll bury you, Sammy. I promise.'' 
 
 `` Thank you.'' These were her last words. 
 
 I could n't watch so I walked away. I kept walking, but I knew I would have to come back. I had a promise to keep. While I walked, I thought, I thought about how soon it would be my turn. Then I tried not to think at all. 
 
 Hours later, I came back to her corpse. Little Sammy, it had all come to this. Little Sammy, just a crumpled heap in a pool of ruby. She had been so strong. She had fought so long and hard only to be brought to this. I looked at her face, hoping to see what the others had shown me in death. I wanted to see peace. I wanted to see release. I wanted to see freedom. All I saw were tears. The tears that ran down her cheeks in her final moments. Then, all I saw was blood. It had started in the slits of her wrists. Now it was in her hair. Her shirt was soaked. I could just see her grasping at it in her final moments, as she bled. I turned away before I could make myself sick and went to find a shovel. I had a promise to keep. 
 
 As I dug Sammy's grave, I cried. I cried because I realized that I could not go through with it. I could not kill myself. But I could n't think of that now. I had to bury Sammy. So, I kept digging and tried not to think at all. 
 
 Once Sammy had rejoined the earth I went to find flowers. I searched for hours, but I could n't find any. I could n't find any that suited her. They were all so weak. They were too fragile. None of them were strong like her. So I brought her back a weed. It was strong. It had deep roots and nothing could kill it. As I laid it over the mound that was Sammy's grave I tried not to cry. I knew I was the last man on earth. And it was going to be like that for much longer than it should be. 
 
 I began walking because I did n't know what else to do. After a few hours I came across some Wreckage. I had forgotten how ugly it could be. Big hulking masses of metal with jagged pieces that stuck out in every direction. There was always rust. There was always blood. I could seem them now, crowds running in fear as everything began to collapse. Why had I been able to last this long? Why could n't I have just died with everyone else? I turned away from the Wreckage. I did n't need those memories. Not now. And so I began to walk again. 
 
 After several weeks of walking I found a mansion. I had only stopped throughout my walk to eat, drink, or sleep. I had gathered things from the different Wreckages I had passed. This mansion was n't truly a mansion, it just felt like one. It was brick. So it remained standing. It was definitely a bigger building, but what kept me here were the instruments, none of which I knew how to play. Once I arrived here I knew what I had to do. 
 
 I walked into the room that I knew held the piano. I had been here for about a month. I had been studying the instruments from the outside. I had begun with this piano. It was beautiful and today would be the day that I began to learn. I sat at the bench and began to play. I pressed different keys and positioned my hands how the felt right. It was a slow and horrible process, but I knew what needed to be done. 
 
 After I had begun with the piano I learned others. The guitar. The flute. The harmonica. It took so many years, but finally I felt I was ready to begin writing. I fit words together to create the final history of man. I wanted to hear it for myself. I sang out loud with different instruments. I worked day and night. Year after year. I sang. I played. I slept. I ate. I cried. 
 
 Ten years after Sammy killed herself I realized what I should have brought to her grave. So I set out to do just what was right for her. It took months to bring her the piano, but I did. 
 
 When I arrived I knew exactly where she was, because where he grave was, was now a forest of weeds. I rolled the piano to her side. Opened up as the keys shined in the sunlight. I told her why I had brought her the piano. It was strong, brave, and it would live on forever in my heart. Just like her. So I sang to her. I sang all day and all night. I sang the final history of man. I Sang untill my voice was hoarse and I could no longer go on. Then I cried. I cried because I was done. Ten years later and was finally able to keep the promise I had made. I laid down next to Sammy's grave. In her beautiful forest of weeds. I laid there and smiled. As it grew darker and colder, I remained by her side. I lost the feeling in my toes first. Then the very tip of my nose. Then my fingers. I realized it was time. I was finally done. I went to sleep by Little Sammy's side and that's where I remained. Forever. 
 
 **So, I had no idea where I was going with this. I'm well aware of how choppy the middle was, but I do n't want to mess with it too much more. This prompt was really awesome and had me going for a lot of ideas. Thanks! **
