After all, there is no one left...

I woke up and didn’t even look at the calendar. I knew that today was the twenty-eighth of October. The power goes out today. Today a gray creature will try to burn down my house. I knew what time it would happen. Eleven in the morning. I went into the kitchen. As expected, there is no electricity. So I made myself two peanut butter sandwiches and sat down at the table. There were still three hours left before the gray one appeared. It struck 10:30. I took the shotgun and went outside. Soon a stomp was heard and a wolf appeared. I was ready to attack, but the monster stopped at my already destroyed house and began to destroy it. I was as quiet as possible, so he didn’t notice me. Many artists in the world would probably dream of seeing my facial expression. Finally, I got tired of just watching and fired. reloaded and fired again. The creature howled and then disappeared, leaving only dark red, almost black blood on the asphalt. I burst out laughing. If anyone had heard me, much less seen me, they would have thought that I had gone crazy. The creature attacked the house where I lived when I went through all this for the first time. It turns out this house is relatively safe. For now. Until I live new days and meet new monsters. I chuckled. I can just rush off to another city on the first day, then the monsters won’t get me. Continuing to laugh, I went into the house. It was worth a try. The idea was really good. Besides, I was no longer afraid of dying. I had long ago accepted that I would not escape from here, so the thought of another suicide did not evoke any emotions in me. A thought occurred to me: I used to be afraid to go out on some missions. And now… I would go to neutralize an entire gang without fear. After what I’ve been through… Oppathy surged again. These emotional swings frightened me, I was obviously going crazy. And perhaps things will only get worse in the future. Trying to move away from obsessive thoughts, I took a lying position and began to do push-ups. Both from my own practice and from the stories of others, I knew that this helps to distract myself. By about fifty push-ups, my hands were shaking, but I didn’t think about resting. By the time I was seventy, I finally gave up and collapsed exhaustedly on the floor. But there were no more thoughts in my head, except for thoughts about how tired I was. I forced myself to get up and lay down on the sofa. It was much more convenient there. I hadn’t had dinner, so by 5pm I was hungry and headed to the kitchen. He opened a can of tuna, dumped the contents onto a plate and, still feeling tired in his muscles, plopped down on a chair. There was still no electricity, so we had to eat in the dark. But it was even more pleasant for tired eyes. Having finished my meal, I simply put the plate aside and went back into the living room. My plan was this: as soon as I wake up, I go to the police station, collect the necessary things, take non-perishable food and get as far away from this city as possible. Of course, there was a weak point in my plan — why did the power go out in this house too? But I reassured myself that the entire block might have been without power. I considered this explanation sufficient to not worry about “tomorrow.” With a smile, I raised the pistol to my temple and pulled the trigger. My last thought was, “Well, see you tomorrow morning.”