If you are reading this, that means that someone else is out there. My name is Jobe. And I’m the only one left.
If you are reading this, that means that someone else is out there. My name is Jobe. And I’m the only one left.
You see, I keep dropping these notes behind me because I feel like you get them. Then again, I don’t actually know that. It’s just a feeling. But It keeps me alive. It keeps me going.
Since it happened, I have been walking. Walking for hours, days, seems like years. All this time without human contact. I miss humans. That is, I miss normal humans. I hope with every fiber of my being that you are getting these.
I need you. I need anyone. I need someone. I write these notes every day for you, but I still have no indication that they have been anything but blown away by the wind. I think tomorrow I will write you another note, and then I will give up.
This is it. I am done. I am the last one. And I have given up hope. I’ve saved my last bullet for this last purpose. If there actually is anyone reading these, I’m sure the next thing that you see along this path with not be as pretty as my white strips of paper. Goodbye.
This is incredibly powerful.
ReplyDeletehow sad to be the last person alive... what if after this last note from him then somehow another person responds?
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