I moved into a cave right before the war. I brought supplies to last a year, and occasionally went out for more. I had a small solar powered radio that said the war was over. I went out to explore. There were lots of corpses scattered through the woods. The city was deserted. I gathered what I could from the wreckage and started to head back to the cave when I saw a woman. “Who are you, handsome,” she asked. “Possibly the last man on earth,” I said. We saw enemy troops approaching and ran back to my cave together.
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Amazing! I love this and want part two!!
Oh no, I thought the war was over?