[ WP ] You are the last person on earth . You hear a knock on the door .

Was it a virus, war, aliens? I wish I could tell you. I mean, I can pretty much rule out war as there was no visual evidence of this occurring, unless some weapon I am unware of makes people disintegrate. Unfortunately, I have no idea what happened to everyone, and I mean everyone. There ’ s no trace of anybody anywhere. 
 
 This all happened about 3 weeks ago. I was on my usual run between Yellowknife and Snap Lake. It was my final run of a thankfully uneventful season and fortunately this run stayed the course. I pulled up to Snap Lake and backed into the loading dock at the Mine. I went looking for the warehouse manager but she wasn ’ t around. I entered the office but there was no one about. I had a flight arranged from Snap Lake Airport back to Minneapolis an hour after I was scheduled to unload so I was getting a little frustrated by this point. There was supposed to be a small staff here after the closure of the mine but there was not a soul around. In fact, the more I looked around the area the more unsettled I became. 
 
 I called back to base to try and find out what was happening and to see if they knew where the staff from the mine were. Nothing. A connecting signal but no response. 
 
 I cut my losses and after an hour past I headed to the airstrip to try and catch my flight. The office on the airstrip looked like someone had just left; a steaming coffee sat beside the paperwork on the desk. I began to feel uneasy so I decided the best course of action would be to head back to base. 
 
 I arrived back 4 hours later, confused, bewildered and frankly a little annoyed. It felt like this was one big prank. The base was located in a small town so when I arrived shortly after 9pm I expected to see people around. Nothing. 
 I dropped off my wagon, jumped in my truck and headed the 600 miles home. I have been a driver for a good 20 years but the drive home was the strangest experience. The roads are full of crashed cars as if their drivers just vanished. I had to maneuver around a few of the cars in the middle of the carriageways but I managed to make it all the way home. 
 
 Like I said, this was about 3 weeks ago. I haven ’ t seen a soul since. Supermarkets are filled of half full shopping carts and baskets left on the floor. There are bins left out at the pavements and as per the drive home there are cars crashed everywhere. 
 
 After the first few days of being able to still turn on the lights and connect to the internet, everything went off. Having access to social media with no one posting is one of the most unnerving things I have ever experienced. There was always someone posting some garbage but now there was nothing. 
 
 I spent a lot of time in the following days milling around, trying to come up with some logical answer to all of this. I would walk around the town looking for clues but there was nothing. I would often spend time in restaurants trying to imagine the bustle of the late night rush. I had always been a solitary man, hence my job, but this was beginning to feel like solitary confinement. 
 
 I decided that I would spend the night drowning my sorrows. I picked up enough alcohol for a frat party from the local market, sat on my porch and watched the sun go down. 
 
 I was woken at about 6:30 the following morning by what my mind convinced me was a knock at the door. I brushed this off as an alcohol induced auditory hallucination. Then there it was again, this time clearer. My mind raced trying to figure out what was causing this knocking noise. Was it an animal? Where they still around? I hadn ’ t given that much thought. My mind rationalized that it possibly was; after all, I could hear the birds singing. Another knock, this time much more pronounced. 
 
 I jumped from my bed. It took me a second or two to gain my balance due to being somewhat hungover. Another knock. I made my way to the door and slowly turned the handle. I gently opened the door, confused about what or who could be on the other side. 
 
 Mr. Grady? The first of two police officers said. I confirmed their assumption. 
 
 “ Mr. Grady, Can you please accompany us to the station. ” 
 
 Where did these police officers come from? Why was I being asked to go to the police station? What was going on? My inebriated head couldn ’ t handle this all, had the last few weeks been a dream? I mean they couldn ’ t have been, could they? How did I get home? 
 
 I noticed beyond the two officers that the neighborhood was full of life. The young twins from next door were playing in their garden and the old man whose name I never learned was mowing his lawn opposite. My head was spinning. 
 
 When we arrived at the station, the first police officer began the interrogation. “ Your company reported you and your cargo missing 3 weeks ago. Can you explain where you have been all this time? ” 

