The Last survivor

The sun was setting over the barren wasteland that was once known as Earth. The sky was a deep shade of red, casting a haunting glow over the cracked and desolate landscape. There was nothing left of the world as it once was. The last survivors of the apocalypse were left to roam the earth, scavenging for anything that could keep them alive for another day.

Mia was one of those survivors. She had been alone for what felt like an eternity. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had seen another person. Her only company was the memories of the people she had lost and the ghosts of the past that still haunted her every waking moment.

Mia had been one of the lucky ones when the world had ended. She had been on a camping trip in the mountains, far away from the city when the disaster had struck. When she emerged from the woods, everything had been destroyed. She had seen the smoke rising in the distance, the ruins of what used to be a city. She had walked for days, until she finally found a small town that was still standing.

It was there that she met Simon. He was the only other person left in the town, and he had been there for months before Mia arrived. He had taken her in, shared his food and shelter with her. It wasn't long before they realized that they were the only ones left. The last survivors.

Simon was a quiet man, but he had a gentle heart. He was a survivor too, but he had lost everything he cared about. His family, his friends, his home. He never spoke about it, but Mia could see the pain in his eyes whenever he looked out at the world around them.

Together, they did what they could to survive. They scavenged for food and water, and they built themselves a shelter out of what they could find. They had made it through the harsh winter, and now they were waiting for the world to come back to life.

One day, as they were out looking for supplies, they came across a woman. She was stumbling through the wasteland, barely able to walk. She was thin, her clothes torn and dirty, her hair matted and unkempt. Mia and Simon rushed to help her, bringing her back to their shelter and giving her food and water.

Her name was Sarah, and she had been wandering alone for months. She had been part of a group of survivors, but they had all died from an illness that had swept through their camp. Sarah had managed to escape, but she was alone now, with no one to turn to.

Mia and Simon took Sarah in, and the three of them became a family. They worked together to survive, sharing their food and water, and helping each other through the long days and nights. Mia and Simon had finally found someone they could trust, someone they could rely on.

As the weeks turned into months, they continued to explore the wasteland around them, always searching for supplies and signs of life. They found a few other survivors along the way, but most of them were dangerous, willing to kill for a can of food or a sip of water. Mia and Simon knew that they had to be careful, that they had to protect themselves and their new family.

One day, as they were out on a scavenging run, they saw something that stopped them in their tracks. It was a building, tall and imposing, rising up from the ruins like a beacon of hope. They approached cautiously, unsure of what they would find.

Inside, they found a group of survivors. They were a community, with their own rules and customs. They welcomed Mia, Simon, and Sarah with open arms, inviting them to stay and become part of their family. Mia