The End of the World

After what must have been weeks of not seeing a single person, my luck has changed. Only I wouldn't call it luck at all.

This afternoon a man came stumbling into my backyard screaming as loud as he could manage to scream. I saw him staggering around having trouble keeping himself up. And all he could say was "Help me, help me!". Before I could decide what to do he just collapsed to the ground face in the grass. He twitched a little bit and then laid motionless.

I debated going outside, but I figured the wiser thing to do was to call for help. 45 minutes of waiting and a woman stating "Due to the high volume of calls all of our dispatchers are unavailable. We will be with you as soon as possible", is when I decided 911 was no longer in service. The man still hasn't moved in all that time, so I figure there is not much I can do for him. I'm better off inside where it's safe.

So now I sit here typing this on the third floor. I have a clear view of the man from the window by the computer. He still hasn't moved. It's like he's starring at the earth.

A day or two ago I would have said that I'd give anything to see another person, now I just want to be alone. The sun is setting soon, so at least I won't have to look at him anymore.