[ 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 .

There was a bullet left for what was now the last man left living, but he was too afraid to commit the act of self termination. The three bodies, of what were the last of the dead, lie on the floor of an old lighthouse overlooking a beautiful ocean view. Thomas was now more alone than any other human being could dream of, if there were humans anymore that is. No matter how far he walked or crawled he would find no one. Still, even faced with this cruel fate, he soldiered on to find some way to survive on his own. For years he wandered, a nomad doomed to walk alone. Thomas found himself never speaking, which was what he missed the most. A simple conversation would do wonders, but oh, what he would n't do to hear a laugh. A beautiful laugh, in a bleak human-less world. Thomas' thoughts of what he would never again see or hear or feel weighed heavily on the poor man. Eventually Thomas' mind began to slip, wandering as much as his feet did. All he thought of was how hollow he had become, the world was once so beautiful and full of life. But he recalled the great spread of disease that would wipe humanity out in a matter of years. Thomas found himself hating the planet itself for its creation of such a devastating plague. But he was too afraid of what awaited him on the other side of life to leave the earth behind... 
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 It had been years since Bethany, Gill, and Jake had shot themselves in the old lighthouse. Thomas was haggard, and worn, with calloused feet and hands. His skin as leather and rawhide, deep wrinkles serrated his face. His hair had steadily gone from a deep black to a gentle white. In spite of his appearance however, his mind was immune to times changes. Thomas was tired of living, tired of existing for no purpose. All he desired was a rest, just to sit for while, and so he did. Thomas propped himself against an old tree during the night, beneath the stars. Closing his eyes he let his mind wander, and so it did. Slowly, as he listened to the world around him, out of the glorious silence, Thomas had a revelation, the world is more beautiful now than it ever was with people. Humans claiming bits and pieces as if they had a right, subjugating their co-inhabitants for ease of slaughter, destroying jungles to build concrete ones. But for all of that, still he would wish it all back if he could. That is the real tragedy, he thought, that he would have all of the wrongs people did return so long as he could hear a gentle laugh once more. Was that selfish? Maybe it was, he thought. Thomas wanted to laugh, to hear it once again before he ceased... so he did, the last man on earth laughed. It was not because he thought all that had happened was funny, but rather because in his thoughts he imagined laughter, and that was enough a reason for Thomas. The last man felt his heartbeat wane and his breathing slow, he wanted to become like the world he wandered on for so long. So he did, now Thomas is as the world should always be, quiet, still, and peaceful. 
 
 EDIT: I included a recurrence of his desire to hear laughter in the last passages. Credit goes to MisterMolondo for the criticism.
