After all, there is no one left...

My name is Alexander Orlov, I am thirty-three years old. I work… I worked in the police. I can’t say that I held a high position, but I was pleased. I had a family, a wife Katya and a three-year-old daughter Yulia. More than anything in the world, I hated loneliness. Apparently, fate decided to play a joke on me. It all started on the twenty-sixth of October two thousand and eighteen. This day was my daughter’s and my birthday. Funny coincidence, isn’t it? On this day she would have turned three years old, and I would have turned thirty-three. But we were never destined to celebrate this day. I woke up at six in the morning, as always. It was already a professional habit. The first thing that confused me was that my wife was not lying next to us on our bed. But I didn’t panic. Perhaps she went to prepare breakfast, wanting to bring it to me in bed when I woke up. I lay there like that for five, ten, fifteen minutes… Katya didn’t come. My anxiety grew. I quietly got up and went to my daughter’s room. It was empty. Panicking, I ran to the kitchen, but there was no one there either. Subconsciously, I tried to calm myself down by suggesting that they had gone for a walk. After getting dressed, I went outside. And then my heart sank. There wasn’t a soul on the street. Why did I lose my mind then? It was a working day, morning. Usually people are already rushing to work. Not all, of course, but at least someone for sure. And now there was no one here. Absolutely. I ran into the house and dialed my brother on the phone. We hardly communicated with him, but now it was the only way out. There were no beeps. I tried turning on the light and water, but everything worked. Deciding that this was some kind of bad joke, I put on my uniform and walked towards the police station. My theory was that my family was playing a prank on me. But there was a big logical hole. Why aren’t there other people? They couldn’t persuade random passers-by?! The journey took fifteen minutes. Although I could get there by car, now it was important for me to look at the situation. As I expected, there was NO ONE. At all. Despite the fact that I walked half the city. Although that wasn’t the only thing that scared me. It was very quiet. There were no birds singing, no passing trains could be heard from the railway, located ten kilometers from the police station. A picture of what was happening began to form in my head. All the people in the world have disappeared except me. Although it’s not a fact that I was the only one. But this emptiness convinced me otherwise. Even the air here was somehow different. And the sound of footsteps was not heard as usual. Despair washed over me. My biggest fear was loneliness. Apparently, the Universe decided to play a joke on me. Questions were feverishly flying through my head: What should I do? Is it possible to get out of here? Am I here forever? Will I be able to find other survivors? What happened? But I couldn’t find the answers. I still wanted this to be just a bad joke. But with every minute hope faded. Finally, I realized. I’m here alone. *** At first I thought that tomorrow everything would end, people would return, and everything would be fine. Or is this all a dream? I went home, sat down in the living room, took my books, and spent the whole day practically without getting up. I went to bed at ten, cherishing the hope of waking up in a world familiar to me. When I woke up, I realized that nothing had changed. The people didn’t return. I closed my eyes tiredly. I had a dilemma. Survive, get food, build a base, look for other survivors? Or? Loneliness was breaking me. How long will I stay here? What awaits me? There was nothing for me to do here. I took the gun from the nightstand and aloofly checked to see if there was a bullet there. I didn’t want to live here. It would be unbearable for me. Better death than all this. Bringing the muzzle to my temple, I pulled the trigger. Darkness has enveloped me.