After all, there is no one left...

I woke up completely exhausted. I sat up in bed. My neck hurt a lot. The bite probably had some effect. I lay down again and closed my eyes. This night I dreamed of another animal, not very big, it shouldn’t cause many problems. I reached for the wounds, they swelled even more. The touch brought me great pain. But I had to get up and go cook breakfast, especially since I didn’t have dinner yesterday. Cereals with milk, a classic, seemed like the perfect option. Taking the shotgun, I went outside. I haven’t worn sound-isolating headphones for a long time. November… snow is coming soon. I may never see this. November… the border between autumn and winter. It can be called the worst of months. No flowers, no colorful leaves, no birdsong. No, of course, this month is necessary, but it makes me sad. And I will have to “admire” him for a very, very long time. Perhaps forever. The fresh air eased my pain. I distracted myself from my suffering, enjoying the incomprehensible beauty of withered nature. The deserted city attracted me. It was as if I felt my power over this world… It was wonderful and incredible! City of endless possibilities! I can do whatever I want here! I burst into loud, hysterical laughter. I’m going crazy. I’m absolutely alone here. I can’t do anything about it. Absolutely alone. Nobody will help me. The world knows this. He presses on sore spots. He knows how to break me. What if we forget about the past? If you don’t remember your family? If you get them out of your head? If you focus only on survival? But I’m human! I feel it, it hurts! It’s crazy… I can never forget them. I dream of them, I see them in this damned world! I am back. The pain came again, this time it was simply unbearable. I lay down in bed, trying to find a position in which my neck would hurt less. There was no such thing. She made me want to cry. My body was paralyzed, I felt nothing more than pain. I heard a knock on the bedroom door. I realized that the monster had come for me. I had no desire to resist, I even wanted to die, but I understood that this death could be terrible and painful. — Come in, — I whispered. The door opened. On the threshold stood, no, sat, it doesn’t matter, an incomprehensible animal with fur red as blood, and saliva dripping onto the carpet. I closed my eyes. I felt the creature slowly crawl towards me, climb onto the bed, and sit on me. Sticky saliva drips onto your face. I hear a growl in my ear. I am silent, but at some point my body fails, and I scream at the top of my lungs. The beast jumps in surprise, but then presses its teeth against my neck. Hurt. It hurts unbearably. The fangs are razor sharp. I can not do anything. My mind swam. I still felt the hot breath of the monster, but my whole life flashed before my eyes. Sharp pain. I feel blood running down my neck. It would be better if the animal touched the carotid artery, it would be easier. But he apparently wants to enjoy my suffering. The creature is very heavy, its weight presses on my chest. I’m suffocating. I try to grab as much precious air as possible, but my neck is shooting, and I just lie there, not moving or breathing. Finally, I lose consciousness. It looks like a new cycle is starting.