Today you’re going to be sitting around in a library reading some microfiche when you come upon an article with the headline, “Nuclear Assault Wipes Out Human Race.”
Um, okay, you think, looking around at everybody in the library and thinking that article got it wrong. Sure, there was a nuclear assault a few years back and the country is pretty much a burned out husk of what it used to be, but there are people everywhere!
But then you look closer, and you realize that all those people just kind of float around shrieking. None of them ever really engage you except to get you to try and resolve stuff for them, which you never do because you’ve learned that once you give an inch with that they want more.
Hold the phone, you think. Something’s not right here.
You get up from the microfiche and go to the librarian. She doesn’t acknowledge you, so you poke her in the eye. Your finger goes right into her head, like you pushed through some mist.
You run up to the other library patrons and poke them. Nothing. No physical substance to them whatsoever.
Oh my God, you think. Everyone on the planet but me has been dead the whole time!
Celebrate being the only one alive by going into the homes of the dead and taking their stuff.
Happy You’re The Only One Alive Day!
