[ WP ] You believe you are one of the last people alive on earth after an apocalypse . You have taken refuge in a building with a radio tower and have been broadcasting daily , imploring any survivors to come to you , and just talking . Your supplies have run out , and you broadcast one last time .

The trek stops today, whether I want it to or not. The end already came for the rest of them, and I can feel it catching up to me as well. I've forgotten what day it is at this point, how could I possibly tell? I suppose this is how I die, doomed to starve in this eternal night. Alone, separated from the husks of humanity, in this god forsaken wilderness. 
 
 When the first meteor hit, half of eastern Asia was taken out by the tsunamis alone. The second one came a few days later, an asteroid 300km in diameter smack dab into eastern Hungary. 
 
 When people started coming to their senses, that's when the looting began. Cities were ghost towns within weeks, devoid of food and water. Like Pompeii, 2000 years ago, the ash cloud plowed through all living organisms in its way. By 2 weeks later, anyone that had n't evaded the cloud was dead. 
 
 I had batteries for months and food for years, and now I have batteries for perhaps a couple more hours. I stopped using my flashlight when it stopped mattering what was or was n't in the dark, but my radio was always on. Today, it would have to go too. As I scroll through the channels of white noise one final time, the sound of music shocks me to attention. Is this it? Have I finally found someone to share in my affirmed destruction? I tune in the station only to hear: 
 
 
 `` We're no strangers to looooooove...''
