I was fifteen when it happened. The night the comet came. It didn't hit the Earth and cause a mass extinction, although many cults formed in the final months before it arrived and drank some bad Kool-Aid. The news told us about terrible tides, fucked up weather as the comet's influence got closer and closer. But when the comet came, it never hit the planet. It passed us by free and clear. Tidal waves ruined some coastal cities around the globe and the weather destroyed a few more. But mankind survived, we could rebuild, and we could fix everything that went wrong.
Or so it seemed.
Six months after the comet passed, life was returning to normal for us. People went back to work, buildings and business were rebuilt and reopened. Life would go on, we would survive.
Until everyone vanished.
I was fifteen when everyone vanished. No warning, no reason, just.....gone. I woke and padded my way to the kitchen and found my father's business suit piled in his chair at the table. My mother's robe on the floor in the kitchen, it was like they had gotten up to start their day and simply....poof.
For the first three days I was frantic, trying to find someone, anyone. I found nothing and no one. I found piles of clothing in cars, randomly parked all over the road, some had crashed into each other with no one to press down the brakes. My neighbor's houses were empty, save for random clothing everywhere. I panicked. Had I missed the rapture? Had everyone been taken away by aliens and left me for some reason?
That was ten years ago.
* * * * *
I set the propane tank down in front of the refueling station, the third such station I have begun to drain in the last few years. I used the propane to fuel the generators I had around my home, which I had to use in order to keep the power on.
Things had gone okay my first year or two after The Event. These days all our major economic and civil systems are run by computers. So utilities worked, and I was able to keep the lights on, I took from grocery stores to keep fed. I was alone, but I was able to figure out how to keep myself alive. I even borrowed a book from the Barnes and Nobel to learn how to cook.
It occured to me that books were the only way I was going to survive. I hunted down all the instructional books I could find, that was how I learned how to go to the power plant and use the computer to update my houses payment account. It was the only way to keep the power on, so the system didn't click us off for late payments.
Books were how I learned to drive, kinda. I mean it took a bit, but I don't hit other cars anymore, objects in the road or sidewalk like hydrants and fences. Heck now I'm pretty good.
As time went on, I read and learned more things to keep myself going. Which was a good thing, as eventually I couldn't keep power from the city going. I had no knowledge of maintenance and when things started to break down, I couldn't fix it sadly. What I could do was get a few generators to power my home. Mostly the refrigerator and microwaves. Fresh food had become impossible to get a hold of, and I had to rely on canned foods.
Five years after The Event, I resorted to digging up the backyard and making a garden. I was able to get fresh vegetables after a year and my first harvest. I grew carrots, corn, cabbage and potatoes. Soon I took over my neighbor's years and added peas, zucchini, and lettuce.
I used large Tupperware containers to gather water from the rain and jugs I gathered. Life wasn't great, but I was able to use the generators to power my video games, for a couple hours a night at least.
And that's how I lived. For ten years.
Part of me wanted to leave it behind. To go explore the world. To see if I could find someone. I mean....I couldn't be the only person around that didn't become dust or whatever happened to people right?
But I couldn't bring myself to leave my home. I put too much work here. Between the set up of the power system, to the farm I have converted from the yards of the neighborhood. I couldn't walk away.
I couldn't even find an animal. No birds, no dogs, no cows, nothing to make a pet, nothing to make into food. Nothing.
I was the last living soul on Earth.
Or so I thought......
As I turned off the propane pump, and hefted my refilled container into the back of the pick-up truck I heard something. I looked back at the pump, thinking I had left it on. It sounded like a motor, but it wasn't the pump.
It was a car.
My heart began to pound. Car's didn't drive themselves, that could only mean that there was a person. I took off running, running toward the road. The sound got louder and louder. The station was on the top of a hill at the edge of town. When I got to the road I could look out and see if something or someone was coming.
Sure enough.....It was a truck....A very very big truck. I stood in the middle of the road, looking at this big rig driving towards me. I couldn't believe it.
I waved and jumped and screamed, "HEY!!!! HEEEEEEEYYYYY!!!!!" The thought of seeing another person, I never once thought it could be a bad person. I never thought it could be someone that would kill or hurt me. I only cared that it was the first person I had seen in a fucking decade.
(Looking for a woman to play the Big Rig driver. Perhaps she had become a scavenger that converted the big rig into a giant mobile home? Play the character in anyway you want, but I ask for the character to be a little older, maybe 25-30. Basically old enough to have some life experience before the world vanished, to counter my character's virginal innocence. PST if interested)
Or so it seemed.
Six months after the comet passed, life was returning to normal for us. People went back to work, buildings and business were rebuilt and reopened. Life would go on, we would survive.
Until everyone vanished.
I was fifteen when everyone vanished. No warning, no reason, just.....gone. I woke and padded my way to the kitchen and found my father's business suit piled in his chair at the table. My mother's robe on the floor in the kitchen, it was like they had gotten up to start their day and simply....poof.
For the first three days I was frantic, trying to find someone, anyone. I found nothing and no one. I found piles of clothing in cars, randomly parked all over the road, some had crashed into each other with no one to press down the brakes. My neighbor's houses were empty, save for random clothing everywhere. I panicked. Had I missed the rapture? Had everyone been taken away by aliens and left me for some reason?
That was ten years ago.
* * * * *
I set the propane tank down in front of the refueling station, the third such station I have begun to drain in the last few years. I used the propane to fuel the generators I had around my home, which I had to use in order to keep the power on.
Things had gone okay my first year or two after The Event. These days all our major economic and civil systems are run by computers. So utilities worked, and I was able to keep the lights on, I took from grocery stores to keep fed. I was alone, but I was able to figure out how to keep myself alive. I even borrowed a book from the Barnes and Nobel to learn how to cook.
It occured to me that books were the only way I was going to survive. I hunted down all the instructional books I could find, that was how I learned how to go to the power plant and use the computer to update my houses payment account. It was the only way to keep the power on, so the system didn't click us off for late payments.
Books were how I learned to drive, kinda. I mean it took a bit, but I don't hit other cars anymore, objects in the road or sidewalk like hydrants and fences. Heck now I'm pretty good.
As time went on, I read and learned more things to keep myself going. Which was a good thing, as eventually I couldn't keep power from the city going. I had no knowledge of maintenance and when things started to break down, I couldn't fix it sadly. What I could do was get a few generators to power my home. Mostly the refrigerator and microwaves. Fresh food had become impossible to get a hold of, and I had to rely on canned foods.
Five years after The Event, I resorted to digging up the backyard and making a garden. I was able to get fresh vegetables after a year and my first harvest. I grew carrots, corn, cabbage and potatoes. Soon I took over my neighbor's years and added peas, zucchini, and lettuce.
I used large Tupperware containers to gather water from the rain and jugs I gathered. Life wasn't great, but I was able to use the generators to power my video games, for a couple hours a night at least.
And that's how I lived. For ten years.
Part of me wanted to leave it behind. To go explore the world. To see if I could find someone. I mean....I couldn't be the only person around that didn't become dust or whatever happened to people right?
But I couldn't bring myself to leave my home. I put too much work here. Between the set up of the power system, to the farm I have converted from the yards of the neighborhood. I couldn't walk away.
I couldn't even find an animal. No birds, no dogs, no cows, nothing to make a pet, nothing to make into food. Nothing.
I was the last living soul on Earth.
Or so I thought......
As I turned off the propane pump, and hefted my refilled container into the back of the pick-up truck I heard something. I looked back at the pump, thinking I had left it on. It sounded like a motor, but it wasn't the pump.
It was a car.
My heart began to pound. Car's didn't drive themselves, that could only mean that there was a person. I took off running, running toward the road. The sound got louder and louder. The station was on the top of a hill at the edge of town. When I got to the road I could look out and see if something or someone was coming.
Sure enough.....It was a truck....A very very big truck. I stood in the middle of the road, looking at this big rig driving towards me. I couldn't believe it.
I waved and jumped and screamed, "HEY!!!! HEEEEEEEYYYYY!!!!!" The thought of seeing another person, I never once thought it could be a bad person. I never thought it could be someone that would kill or hurt me. I only cared that it was the first person I had seen in a fucking decade.
(Looking for a woman to play the Big Rig driver. Perhaps she had become a scavenger that converted the big rig into a giant mobile home? Play the character in anyway you want, but I ask for the character to be a little older, maybe 25-30. Basically old enough to have some life experience before the world vanished, to counter my character's virginal innocence. PST if interested)
