[ 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 .

`` This is Rockin' Rob Bower coming to you live from the huge antennae, This next song is going out to all the lovers. God damn it, is anyone out there, I need help. I am out of stuff, the vending machine is empty and the my sink filled with water, its all gone. If anyone can hear me I am at the antennae thing in the middle of the desert. God damn it help me! 
 
 Rocking Rob was lucky, sort of. He was out in the desert doing peyote when the first bomb was dropped on what he could assume was Los Angeles and then some more dropped just South, possibly in San Diego and he eventually figured the glow to the East was Las Vegas. 
 
 Its an odd sensation to watch the deaths millions of people thinking that it was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. 
 
 It was quite spectacular, would up vote, but now Rob may be the last person on Earth. But that's not going to last long, he is trapped hundred of miles from nowhere with no food and no water and nuclear rage fire happening all around him. 
 
 Too start with Rob was n't a skinny dude. The amount of mass he dropped though in such a short amount of time was staggering. The contents of the vending machine did not last a week. It seemed the processed food just made him hungrier. 
 
 When it was gone he emptied the fridge in the small kitchenette in the shack attached to the antennae. The shack had a dozen cubicles shoved into it, one sound booth and three offices all marked with some degree of management. He found and ate condiment packets. Not one thing that once had food in it was safe from being licked clean. 
 
 Out of desperation he has tried to set traps for bugs and rodents. The flesh was willing but he was a complete moron when it came to woodsy stuff. 
 
 At first he thought being in a radio antennae would be cool, until he discovered there was no music to be had. It was a weather station broadcasting regional updates. 
 
 In a desert! 
 
 That had to be the most boring job. Probably almost as boring as sitting out here waiting to die. 
 
 Rocking Rob lowers his head. Its been two weeks since had any food. he has been thinking about cutting flesh from his leg and maybe getting a couple more days off the calories. 
 
 He wont do it though he will hold out hope. 
 
 The air outside is filled with black snow. He was afraid to walk through the dark desert looking for rescue, but now it's too late. 
 
 His hand trembles under the effort to squeeze the talk button on the microphone. 
 
 He whispers, `` please,'' before the strength to leaves his body. 
 
 In terms of struggle Rob did not put up much of one and maybe the world is better off for it.
