I'd never accept that I was "The Last One". I'd spend the rest of my days exploring the post-apocalyptic wasteland in search of other survivors. I'd befriend an animal on the way (or if I got really desperate, a volleyball), and try as best I could to hold on to my sanity.
I'd never accept that I was "The Last One". I'd spend the rest of my days exploring the post-apocalyptic wasteland in search of other survivors. I'd befriend an animal on the way (or if I got really desperate, a volleyball), and try as best I could to hold on to my sanity.