[ WP ] You are the last Human leaving Earth after a mass relocation of Humans elsewhere . Give the story of your literal last day on Earth .

4:32AM 
 I was awake, painfully so. My bag sat at the door and the boom from departing ships came every few minutes. My picture frames, crooked from the rumblings, rattled against the walls with each departure. 
 
 It wasn ’ t the loudness that was unsettling, it was the quiet in between. The soft shuffling outside my door, people making their way to their transit pods, surely carrying all their most cherished things, the sound of those hurried footsteps made my mind roar. 
 
 I pulled the pillow from beneath my head to flip it, the cool cloth on my face only distracted me for a moment, as the bottle of liquor at my nightstand came into view. 
 
 5:14AM 
 The liquor quivered in its glass as my hand brought it to my lips. The harshness of it on my tongue reminded me of so many things – my first drink, college girlfriends, my father ’ s funeral. I hung my head. The hot rush of blood to my face came with tears, stinging as they hung in my eyes. 
 
 How has everything led to this? Broken and unfinished. 
 
 The lights in my room shot on. “ Good Morning, Konnor, ” the alarm began, “ the hour is 5:15 AM. Your transit pod departs in one hour. Please collect your declared belongings and make way to Departure Station 809B. ” 
 
 6:10AM 
 My steps, heavy and deliberate, carried me toward 809B. 
 
 The stillness of the city was striking, I ’ d never experienced such an eerie tranquility – there were no lights besides those guiding us to the transit station and the only sounds to be heard came from the occasional passing family or the boom of a departing pod. 
 
 I stopped to polish off the rest of my flask. After tipping it back and emptying the last drops, I found myself staring down at it – the hollow vessel, weightless and without purpose. 
 
 “ It ’ s kind of beautiful, isn ’ t it? ” a voice came from behind. 
 
 I glanced up, the skyline was dark but distinct. Buildings, like mountains, cast dark silhouettes against the purple sky and occasional bursts from departing ships sprayed streams of light through the streets below. 
 
 Without glancing back I answered, “ Yes, it is. ” 
 
 Stretching back with my flask in hand, I flung it over the edge of the walkway. The echo of it bouncing off the neighboring building and hitting the pavement below must have gone on for miles. 

