[ WP ] After a world-wide cataclysm you 're the only human left alive . In your extreme loneliness you 've created an imaginary friend who follows you around and keeps you company . However , the other day they did something which made you think maybe they 're not imaginary after all .

My mother always told me that the human race were like cockroaches - no matter what, they would always find a way to survive. 
 
 Well, was n't she fucking wrong? 
 
 It's been years. The missiles launched; mushrooms tainted the spherical edge of the Earth, tainting the ground and poisoning the skies. Those who did survive the initial blasts were killed by aggressive cancers within months. The unlucky ones lasted maybe a year. 
 
 I must be *really* fuckin' unlucky, because it's been... 
 
 I do n't know. All I know is that I'm older than I was back then. And all I know is that I'm the only survivor in this god-forsaken world. I do n't have cancer. I'm not suffering from radiation poisoning. I just exist. 
 
 Then there's Max. He'd been around for a couple of years. I made him up one day during my hysterical crying fits. He kept me ( relatively ) sane. 
 
 He came and went. When I needed him most, he came popping out of the woodwork to chat with me. Helped me with my problems. 
 
 He once lead me to a field of tomatoes, did you know? 
 
 Max had this really soft voice. It's like listening to a cloud; his voice resonated deeply within me, but in a good way. It kinda tickled, actually. 
 
 But today, things changed. I went into our little makeshift cottage, and he was dead in a pool of scarlet blood. 
 
 And there was somebody else. 
 
 
 

