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The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock at the door. He slowly rose from his moth-eaten bed, making a sickening creak come from the floor beneath him. He walked slowly to the door and reached out a shaking hand to the door nob. Wondering who, or what, it could be, he opened the door just a little bit and peaked to other side. All that met him was the same sickening creak that he heard from the floor boards. Other then that, Nothing. A shiver ran through his spine as he took a few more seconds to see if anyone was out there. He opened the door wide open now, peering into the chaos-ridden debris that was considered the outside.
Buildings, towers, fountains, trees. All were scattered about, uprooted, and demolished by the blast that the extraterrestrial beings sent upon the world. Some said it was a meteor that they directed on us. Some said it a plasma blast that humans had yet to harness. . . Like it mattered now. He was the last human on Earth. H
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There was a knock at the door.
At first, he did not react. He sat at the table, lost in his own thoughts.
The knock came again, this time louder, more forceful.
He turned to the door, not a look of surprise, or shock, upon his face. Just a melancholy frown.
Rising from his chair at the wooden table that made up a fifth of the furnishings within this sparsely decorated room (the others being the wooden chair on which he sat, the small coal furnace he used to heat his meals and dry his clothes, a rarely used bath tub and long line of shelves where he kept whatever he found during his dialy meanderings), he grumbed softly to himself as he felt the bones in his knee groan.
The knock came again, slowly, deliberate in it's thumping. As though whomever had disturbed him was growing impatient.
As his dirty, scarred black boots thumped the floor, marking his passage across the room to the wooden door which served as the shacks sole point of entry, the
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Though puzzled by this, the man stood up and slowly made his way to the door. He thought Who or what could it be, for I am alone upon this planet He placed his hand on the handle and opened the door, he peered around the side and saw . . . . . nothing. The man closed the door and returned to his chair where he sat, another knock at the door. The man again stood up and walked to the door, and again nothing, he closed the door once more. Upon the time he sat again, another knock at the door. The man did not rise, he continued to sit, not wanting to journey to the door. The knock became louder, still the man sat. Louder and louder the knock had become, still the man sat. Then all silent, no more knock at the door. The man once more puzzled stood up and travelled to the door, his hand about to touch the handle when a soft squeak was heard. The man opened the door to find neither man nor woman,