Look man the idea of being the last person in the world is scary but at the same time kind of strange and your brain will start messing with you and you will find yourself talking to chairs and asking the fridge how it is doing and waiting for it to answer even though you know it will not and it is not madness exactly it is just your brain trying to make any sound or any sign of life so it does not leave you completely alone on your path.
And it is not just normal loneliness no it is like a nervous kind of loneliness and your brain keeps buzzing and asking you am I still human or have I become just a machine walking around on its own and you feel like you need anything literally anything to respond to you even a tree and maybe you will find yourself having a long conversation with a cat that is not even there and you laugh at yourself and you still keep the conversation going.
What is weird is that after a while you might get used to it and your brain might start inventing characters and making up people inside your head to sit with you and you would be walking in an empty street and say good morning Uncle Ahmed and even though no one is there your mind really believes Uncle Ahmed is there and maybe that is the thing that keeps the last human alive that beautiful illusion.
And if you think about it maybe that kind of loneliness will make you closer to understanding yourself or maybe it will make you hate yourself so much you cannot stand seeing your own face in the mirror and it is either heaven or hell but it is all inside your head and something that is scary and funny at the same time.
And sometimes you start thinking what if I am not really the last human and what if there is someone else hiding out there and I just cannot find them and your brain plays tricks making you hear footsteps in the night or whispers in the wind and you will run outside shouting hello is anyone there and of course there is nothing just the echo of your own voice bouncing back and still a part of you wants to believe because believing in someone else feels easier than accepting that it is only you.
