[ WP ] You are 100 % convinced that you are the sole surviving member of the human race , despite the fact that today is your first appointment with a shrink for the very same reason .

`` H-Hello.'' He was self-conscious about being the first to speak. 
 
 `` Ah! Good morning, sir. What have you come to see me for today?'' The other man replied with more confidence. 
 
 `` Well.'' It was still hard for him to face. `` I'm the last human alive.'' 
 
 `` Well, what about me?'' the other man replied with a tone of jest. `` Are n't I a human?'' 
 
 `` If I'm not yet, I will be soon. This world is desolate. Even the best of men ca n't survive much more than three days without water.'' 
 
 `` Ah, well at least we have each other for company. Tell me, Mr. Goodman, when did you first start having this problem?'' The other replied. 
 
 Still, he ignored the doctor. `` I'd be more optimistic if they had n't insisted on women and children first into the shelters. They'll be the worst at surviving after. An oversight, to say the least.'' 
 
 He heard a gust of wind gathering in the valley. 
 
 The other man sighed. `` Lets try this again. When's the last time you saw another human, Mr. Goodman?'' 
 
 The wind hit now, stirring up dust and causing the shambles of the city to collapse further. The box it was propped on blew away, and the mirror fell back and hit the ground, shattering into a puzzle of uncountable pieces. 
 
 The last face he would ever see was gone. His last conversation was over. 
 
 He plodded slowly through the desolated rubble, searching for another distraction from the dispair. 
 
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