Playing Solitaire by Firelight

May 22, 2011 I don’t understand it. Why me? I spent all week walking through the streets and searching the houses. The roads are jammed with idling cars. The northern part of town where the plane came down is in flames. It looks like it’ll rain soon so it might be okay. I have not seen one living soul.

August 7, 2011 I am getting used to solitude. It’s been a month since I decided to travel cross country. First I drove a Corvette, but I found the going was easier on a motorbike. I lucked out with a Ducati near San Diego. So far it’s been nothing but road. There is no electricity anymore. The stations have burned out, though the Hoover Dam is still pumping out gigawatts. The freedom is… intoxicating.

September 19, 2011 I almost piloted a helicopter today but I wanted… I don’t know what I wanted. The end is near. I just want to know what will happen to me. Am I truly the last man on earth?

October 21, 2011 I remember what it feels like before a first date. This is no different. Am I damned? Good-bye.

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