First and last man?

First and last man?

The nuclear war had killed everyone else on the planet twenty years before. He had travelled and searched since then but with no success. Why was he the one to be spared? Was it a blessing or a curse?

            Adam was the last human alive, he was alone, no one to talk to, no one to help him and needing help to get through each long, lonely day, no one to share the new glorious flame-red sunsets, no one to walk along the beach with him, no one to laugh with, no one to love and to love him, no children – ever again on the Earth, he was truly alone. Human life had briefly flared into existence before it’s stupidity snuffed itself out, all in one brief tick of the Earth’s geological clock. He was completely, utterly and absolutely alone, the only human in the cold, dark, unknowing, uncaring universe. He walked into the house, out of the twilight for yet another eve alone.

            As he closed the door behind him, he felt a tap on his shoulder.