( WP ) The last man on Earth gets a knock on the door , and it 's Christmas carolers

First came war. The bombs killed off billions, mostly in cities. If you lived in the country though you were mostly fine. 
 
 Then came famine. The fallout turned the Earth's soil black and then it rained, a radioactive rain schorched the Earth's surface meaning nothing could grow. The Amazon, The Congo, The rolling plains and the high forests: all dessert and deserted. 
 
 Last came death. Anyone who was n't dead yet just fell. The remnants of society were wiped off the face of the Earth. 
 
 All except me. I do n't know why they left me, but when I went outside, everyone was dead. There has been only silence, no one knocking, no bloody post just me and my thoughts here. 
 
 Until today. The bell screeched out to me, burning my ears like a flamethrower. I had n't heard anything like that since, since before the war. I crept out, who could it be at this hour? Could someone else had survived? 
 
 I went out to the door; slowly approaching it with great trepidation and then I heard the most ergregious, horrid noise I had ever in my life: 
 
 `` We Wish you a merry Christmas, 
 
 We wish you a merry Christmas, 
 
 We wish you a merry Christmas, 
 
 And a happy new year!
