[ 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 .

Almost a decade ago humanity abandoned this place. Like a plague, we stripped this planet of all that we could before moving on to another host. No doubt Mars and Europa would succumb and then we would descend upon another star and unleash ourselves upon the rest of the universe. There was talk of wormholes and reality bubbles and jumping into a parallel universe where we might find fertile ground again. 
 
 
 For a handful of us, this was too much. Even the worst plagues were bound by natural laws. Predator and prey cycles maintained the balance. Disease would kill the vulnerable and leave the strong. There was always a limit on how far life would be allowed to push before nature pushed back. We had, some of us believed, broken the rules. When the prospect of infinite life was offered to us, a handful refused, and when humanity elected to leave this planet, that handful decided to stay. 
 
 
 Most of them were not prepared for what came next. There were grandiose ideas and societies that bubbled up across the globe. The New Edens, the Gulches, the Utopias, all still clinging to the idea that nature would provide for *her children*. So naive they were. One by one they popped. Man had adapted to the world it created, building constantly over the generation before it until the world we were suited to neither resembled the world we had risen from nor the world it was quickly reverting to. 
 
 
 It was overwhelming. Without the manpower to maintain the powerplants and refineries, thousands died in the first winter. Without the Universities and Companies doing research, new diseases went untreated and deaths went unexplained. We could not even trust the water we drank to be clean. Without the overwhelming strength of humanity, Nature clawed us back into its den. Nature was not kind. Nature was a mother in so far as a mother frog will devour her young if food is scarce -- and the planet was starving. 
 
 
 Only a few years had passed before there were only four of us left. Perhaps there were more hidden elsewhere, but not likely. We were hairless, clawless, fangless. In our haste to build the newest electronics, we had forgotten how to fashion even the most basic tools.When even the four of us decided to give in, there were not even the bullets left to make the death instant and painless. One leaped from a mountain face. I have heard that the brain will shut off during this, I have not heard anyone say otherwise. Another wandered out of our hovel in a blizzard and was not seen again. The third asked for my help, and I lead that one to poisons that would gently court death. 
 
 
 I had thought of joining the third one. When the planet birthed humanity, we were far from the top of the food chain, a primitive shadow of the species we would become. With luck a true predator might leave scraps behind, or a thorny bush might bear hard and bitter berries that might sustain us a few steps further. The first men lived cold, hungry, and afraid. It is only natural that the last man should die as such.
