Short Story - My name is Jerome, and I am the last survivor.

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The winds gust, the sand storm approaching. The sun beat down as I trudged through the desert. Without his hat or water bottle. My name is  Jerome, and I am the last survivor. Every day I would walks to an abandoned house as the sand storm comes in. The houses are decrypted now, the intense sun has destroyed their wood structure and made them brittle, but I wouldn’t care, it’s a place to sleep.  Finding meat isn’t the problem, its finding safe meat which is hard, since the nuclear blast. I had treat every day like an army drill, dropping to the floor when the wind gusts up. On good days a rat would run past. It may have given my cancer, but at least I had dinner for the night. The year was 2100, and this is my story of survival.

In January when the blast went off, everyone died, except for me coming back from my mission to the mars space station .I lost communication with earth that morning, and decided to direct myself home, when I approached earth, everything was destroyed. I knew nobody on earth would have made it. When I landed, I used the communications tower as my home, knowing where all the emergency supplies were kept. The first few weeks passed, and I survived off left over food, but that quickly turned uneatable. Electricity didn’t work anymore. The things of my day, which people would pride them on being able to afford such commodities, were now worthless. The days were long, the nights longer. I didn’t really process what I was going to do, or if I was going to die. I just knew that I had to survive.

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Just over a month of living in the building, surviving off the bare essentials, I started resulting to eat what little wild life I could fine. To this day I don’t know how they survived, but it was either them or me. Every night I would open the book my dad had given me, I would read from it, a chapter each night. Over and over again until I would fall asleep. I had dreams every single night since I landed on this so called earth. I would dream at night about my family that I had said goodbye to ...

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