This week's weekend engagement topics are very thought provoking. The other options were nice but option two caught my eye the most. It says:
After a cataclysmic event you are the only human being left alive on the planet. What does your life look like, how do you stay alive, how do you cope with a solitary existence and how do you feel you would cope physically and emotionally with the prospect of never seeing or hearing another human being again until the day you die?
Thoughts like this have brushed past my mind sometimes so when I saw this one I knew I had to write how I felt.
So, I wake up in the morning and for whatever reason every single person in the world is sick with an unknown disease except for me, because for whatever reason I'm immune. By Afternoon everyone starts dying and before night the world is silent. No single sound except for crickets and other insects. I go online searching for even a single sign of life. No Twitter trending page, no activity anywhere, no WhatsApp status views, the world is dead silent.
I spend the longest night in my entire life crying for all the people I've lost, wondering if I'm the only one left in the world, wondering why I wasn't affected, wondering what If I'd ever see any human being again.
I wake up the next morning to the foul stench of the earth. So many dead bodies. I don't even bother trying to get rid of them. I'm on the move, gathering supplies as I go, wondering what's next for me.
I explore the beautiful places in the world, places I normally wouldn't be able to go to for one reason or the other. I'm finally thinking maybe this life wouldn't be so bad after all. I scream out my thoughts, do whatever I want without the fear that someone would walk in, or someone would judge me. I do things I've always wanted to do but couldn't for one reason or the other.
I start to doubt I'm the only one alive, I mean what are the odds that I'm the only one immune. I drive my newly acquired Ferrari into the sunset on my quest to find someone,anyone,anywhere.
Weeks pass and I start to lose hope. Perhaps I'm the only one left. But why? I get fed up with talking to myself, I long for someone else. The conversations with my imaginary friends are tiring, I know everything about them. I think of ending it all but just can't do it. I start to question my existence. What is my purpose? What am I to do?
I try to keep myself busy by watching movies and reading books but they are not enough to distract me. I've always wanted to have everything, but what's the point of having it all when there's no one there to see it. Right now all I want is to hear someone else's voice.
This is my entry to 
