[ 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 .

For the longest time, the idea of being the last walking human on Earth was appealing to him. Imagine, an entire planet for no one but you. He would daydream about the day it would happen. He always had the slight suspicion that he would be the endling. He was the youngest! Out of the four, he had the most skills to survive! Of course, he thought that reproduction would be a good idea, and it almost worked out. He and Jenna were the only ones that could try. The loss of a child was too much for her and she was gone by the night. 
 
 The other two simply went mad. Anita went first with a bullet to the brain. It was n't planned. It was n't beautiful. They were walking into the run down building they had turned into a farm. She had n't said anything that entire day- and it was almost noon. Tyrone told him not to worry. Anita was just mourning, even though it had been months since Jenna. But still, he worried, as a friend does and should. 
 
 `` I ca n't do this anymore,'' she said. The two men barely had time to turn around and see the tired woman with a pistol to her head. They agreed for it to only be for emergencies. Anita's ending was n't beautiful. It was n't planned. Jerome quit three days later. 
 
 Jerome's ending was subtle and thought out; at least the part that Q saw. Jerome shook Q's hand and said he was done. He found a letter from Anita, saying they should follow because `` whatever's out there for the dead must be a hell of a lot better than what's here for the living. Be smart. The world's dead. There's got ta be another.'' Jerome did n't expect anything from Q other than `` goodbye'', because Q was never one for tears and `` I love you'' and `` you made me a better person''. 
 
 It was n't as easy as it could have been. Q thought about Anita's words and in his mind, he was sold. He stood at the edge of buildings longer than he should have. He searched for books on tying rope. After meals, he would stare at the blade and it would almost seem... right. Until the feeling of Anita's words wore off and he could hardly remember them. 
 
 He had to try a bit too hard to suppress how content he was with being alone. If God was still listening to him, he wanted to be sure that he was n't evil, just relieved, for his worry was then only for one. And for a while, the content feeling stayed with him. The `` while'' was n't more than a moment, because he realized that with being alone, came *being alone*, and he did n't feel it or think about it, until it was too late. He was alone and he had welcomed the idea. 
 
 In the day, he would walk through his dead city until he had a map drawn and memorized. On his back was everything he needed, from basic food to sleeping gear. He tried to have a pet, but each time would end horribly. Either an accidental death would occur or the only choice he had was to put the animal down. Each time disgusted him and it came to the point where loneliness was better than temporary companionship of something that could be food. 
 
 He was unhappy and alone. He was alone and unhappy. Being the endling was n't what he wanted anymore, but suicide was n't going to be his way out. He left the city and took as much supplies as he could carry. He headed east with the intention to walk until he no longer could He filled his days with exploration and as much happiness as he could muster from the natural surroundings he had been given. That became his life, and he was in a place of tranquility until the day his eyes closed and he was taken as easy 
 prey.
