@@AriesZero imagine its both the original comment and my comment said by a single person. in between the lines they cock their rifle. Maybe the sentence could've been written better but that is what I meant.
"Check your ammo, tune the radio, and get ready to fight; only because you're the only human doesn't mean you are alone, God only knows what's out there"
To whatever god may be left, watching over the last person. I pray to thee, I pray that I shall redeem my sins in the flames of baptism. I will strike the unholy abominations that have crawled themselves from the ashes of man right back to the pits of hellfire from whence they came!
“At the end of the great trial, as long as there is one Russian left standing over the corpses of the teutons, I consider that a complete, total total victory” - dimity yazov(paraphrased)
Me thinking of that episode of Jimmy Neutron where everyone in town got killed except for Jimmy's dad who became super depressed when he thought he was the last man on earth until the moment he realized he could eat all of the pies in the world.
@oscarmanzanoserna3115 yep. I think it was return of the nanobots. They didn't actually "kill" everyone. I think they "deleted" them pc style, so the town was able to be restored. But the nanobots were really close to just emptying the trash bin, effectively killing everyone the bots captured.
This reminds me of a creepypasta/game concept I read ages ago. It was called "Airlock" and it was set after some mysterious event happened that sucked all the air away from the planet and killed pretty much everything but you and one other person in a bunker like yours with their own oxygen supplies. Since the world outside the bunker would be rendered sterile, the billions of corpses would be well preserved, save for dessication, all just laying where they dropped when the event happened. You'd be playing as one of the two survivors and would talk with the other over a radio, when one day they'd stop responding. With nothing else to do, you put on your airtight suit, grab your gun and leave your bunker to go see what's wrong since they were your only friend. You'd be practically deaf when outside the bunker because there'd be very little, if anything, for sound to travel through, so you'd only be hearing the sound of your own breathing inside the suit and the beeping of an oxygen gauge that ticked down over time, getting louder and more urgent after passing certain oxygen levels. You wouldn't be alone, though, because somehow, some things, maybe the things responsible for the apocalypse in the first place, or maybe just their pets, would be out there. They wouldn't need air, and they'd be deadly silent predators. You could only be aware of them through visual confirmation, and they'd be these haunting, stalking creatures that could get to you anytime and anywhere outside your bunker, and they could get you at a moments notice since you wouldn't hear them approaching. It'd obviously be a survival horror game, but I can't remember the name of the person who wrote the idea up. Been quite a few years since I've even thought about it, but this reminded of it and I have to say I'd definitely play it if it ever becomes a thing. I'd make it myself if I knew anything about making games.
@@cakeinyoface6 I don't recall if it had an ending or not. It was more or less just the concept for a game some guy wrote up years ago that I thought sounded like it'd be fun to play. Found it on a creepypasta site in the gaming section. And when I say "years" it's more like over a decade by now, I think.
@@samuelcanonico8604 Un animal mutado, con mucha hambre, contaminado de la radiación Todos sabemos que un animal con hambre hará lo que sea con tal de saciarla, y en este caso, tu serás el menú, y no va a ser ni rápido ni indoloro, te despedazara hasta que dañe algún órgano vital o te desangres, o te devorara vivo
Imagine, just imagine. You are in fact. The last human alive. You've gotten past the grief and sorrows. Yet suddenly, out of the blue, you heard a knock on your door. You are completely sane, you know that you're sane cause of the stock pile of pills that you have. Then you see the door knob turns.
El generador falla, las luces se apagan, y en la oscuridad del enorme pasillo que te separa a ti y al exterior, oyes un gruñido, uno que no es de ningún animal ni persona, es algo infernal, y después solo llega el golpe del radiactivo aire mientras sientes como esa cosa corre directo hacia ti, y solo puede pedirle a Dios que sea rápido y sin dolor
@@angrydoggo7160 that is a very predictable thing to do, humans, we tend to be afraid of the unknown. As we should. But think of it as this, You are in fact the last human to be alive. You've gone through it all no sight of humans whatsoever but that one knock could spark that little ember of hope. When the world does turn to ruins, hope is all you have. Hope of living another day, hope of survival, that dumb part of you that somehow still clinging on to that one hope that you are not the only one eventhough you are. Humans are surprisingly very weak to those kind of things. Hope is the very thing that keeps you alive but would also kill you. A double edged sword if you will.
From the ashes of man rose the abominations that have soiled gods holy name. As gods only child it is your holy duty to send those things back to the pits of hell. Pray to the holy father for strength (Also I’m not religious, just something about praying to a god when the world is all ducked up is poetic to me)
RATATATATA!!! The sound of your gun firing at the corridor in which the door was, the sound echoing as silence overtakes you. You can’t tell if that thing was dead but you aim your flashlight at the door as it flickers on and off. The door is 10 holes in it, and no blood seems to be present. You start to wonder if thos pills really worked, but then the door knob turns once more and a shadow appears before you. Your breath becomes shallow and loud and your heart speeds up despite not even seeing the creature. You vision tunnels on the door, you gun feels heavier in your arm as you take aim at the door. Through the violent pounding of your heart and the shaking of your hands, you can hear the creature speak. It seems to be crying. You start to calm down as the figure seems small, and seems to be holding something. You don’t believe your eyes and so you take your pills. You blink shortly after and see the corpse of a man and a daughter standing next to her, three bullets in her chest, tears flowing down her cheeks as she falls to ground squeezing her bunny stuffed animal. You realize you never took your pills and start to break down, knowing that now you truly are the last man on earth. You look at the barrel of the gun, still smoking. You grab it, look down the barrel, and smile as you pull the trigger to finally empty the mag.
Tbh if I thought I was the last man in the world after serving a nuclear war I would be relieved if someone peaceful and friendly came along and pointed me to the nearest settlement.
A thought came to mind, the singular boy in the dead city in metro exodus. Can’t go outside Waiting for his father to return (the father died on a mission outside due to lack of antirad) Having to hide from the monsters of the Metro
Poor Kiril. The worst part is that there is a train out there that filled with green stuff. His dad hears that information and never tells Kiril as he expects to return.
Novosibirsk in Metro Exodus is the literal definition of a hell hole. Cold and radioactive, poor Kiril, no one should suffer such a fate like this. Luckily he got picked up by the Aurora crew and now we wait for what happens in the next Metro game.
Sitting on top of a barley stable skyscraper, just watching the world as it is now. The world is gone, yet I remain. If the song is still playing, then you just missed me, and im sorry...but I...I couldn't live anymore.....but know I will see you, on that sunny day. -Bloodied note found in crushed bloddy backpack in front of the empire state building
It’s implied that the writer of the note jumped off of the still standing Empire State Building. They thought they were alone in the wasteland and couldn’t live with that depression
@@SolarMonolith206 Wait, how is the empire state building still standing when a couple of planes can bring down the trade centers? Heck, you didn't even need a plane for World Trade Center 7.
@@garrar2003 God what a harsh,sad, and true statement. I even feel that in moments like visiting my old neighborhood. Where once filled with dreams, hope and happiness. its just gone. In the sense no one I knew growing up there is present and now its just filled with strangers and just empty in comparison. I realize its not the same thing as what is being invoked in the quote but I can't even imagine the extent of utter devastation and loneliness one would feel ending up in the scenario of being the last person on earth.
@@robosoldier11 Yeah, thats the general feeling that the frase gave me. Once a few friends a I were trespassing to an old park that we used to go that got closed. Seeing the broken swings, the rusty slides, and the rotting wood was a reality check for us, not everything you had as a child will be there when you grow up.
@@garrar2003 It really does emulate the saying "time stops for no man." Its a reality that I personally despise and frankly fear in the back of my brain.
God, the gas masks. I love and hate them. There is no emotion in them. And especially in soldiers, it's just a stoic statue. Anything that fully covers the face does this, really. It just removes any sense of humanity, turning them into a creation of humanity.
See, that's why I like how Jin-Roh handles them. Not exactly gas masks, but they completely cover the face, lighting up the eyes in bright red. In the Battle in the Sewers scene, when the girl is about to blow herself up, Fuse, the main character, asks "Why..?", and when she finally pulls the cord on the satchel charge she's got, the way the eyes look, despite covering up anything human, convey the surprise and sorrow Fuse felt in that moment... before he almost gets blown up.
Nowhere to run, Nowhere to hide, This is God's true punishment You being the punished You being the last Learning the true meaning of alone. Cursed to wander through the empty shell of Home That once cradled humanity like a mother to a newborn child Only now is a distant memory The best for you Is your decision So turn up the music Load your gun Fuel up the car And have some fun while you're here ...Right?
Have fun with what? There’s nothing to do other than die, what’s the point of staying alive at this point? Unless your the last man on earth instead of the last person then there is no point.
Imagine a story about a person who believes he's the only man on Earth, has never came across another human being and grew up alone not remembering his birth. He hears old music that plays on radios and speakers that are still active long after the apocalypse. Even though he has never encountered another human being, he is aware that there used to be more of them all over the World, he just doesn't understand what exactly happened to have made the world like this. The few pieces of evidence that claim other humans used to inhabit the world are old photos, drawings and the music that plays on the old speakers that echo throughout their hallways. He doesn't understand how these speakers play music when nobody operates them, but what bothers him more are the vocal songs that have a person singing in them. Due to his lonely life, he never learnt how to speak or use his vocal cords, when he listens to the woman singing on the speakers he tries to mimic her singing, over time as he listens, he wonders who is the person singing and if she is still alive?
Statistically, there are so many people in the world, it's doubtful you'll be the last one. But how long and how far would you have to go to find someone else?
The last human on earth would most likely the least effected by the isolation. Assuming they were born into the role and not having lived from a more human populated time.
Siempre guarda 2 balas en tu revovler, una para el monstruo deforme que venga por ti y una para ti, de todas formas te van a decorar, mejor que lo hagan contigo muerto
If anything, it’d be euphoric. I doubt there’s a chance that it could be anything else if it knocks. That’s the peak sign of humanity and gentleness, and manners. I doubt anything else could understand that. I would open that door, if I hadn’t had a heart attack or became immobilized and would’ve gave whatever is out there a hug.
The immense epicenes of being the last person.. like wow. Last human to fall asleep, last one to speak, last person to know what WAS on the planet, the last one ever. Because when you die, all of human history dies with you. Maybe even the last intelligent being in the universe.
Anyway... isn't it... interesting? Or excitingly? Because YOU are the person who ends the story of humanity. The last one who has ever existed. You are definitely the last one, because you don't even have a way to reproduce, because there is no second one for this.
>If you leave the bunker, you'll likely get depressed because you see thousands of bodies laying around, some you reconize as ones you loved, some..... you don't. However, you are likely not alone. >If you stay inside, you'll very likely to get extremely depressed, and commit suicide. So yeah, nobody wins
Un maldito oso grizzly de 3 generacion post bombas, con la piel quemada, una figura siniestra y alargada, esa cara malvada llena de dientes afulados que parece que siempre sonrie, y que no ha comido nada en 2 semanas: Hola ☠️💀
You check the bunker cameras for the outside you see a deer grazing on some grass. You begin to shake as the tears fill your eyes. The earth isn’t dead.
Project Zomboid + Fallout vibe, the pure purgatory of living in a dead world that wants you to join the grave and sing the choir of billions of voices.
Coming back to this and scenarios like it. People always forget that submarines and their crews will survive long after the initial disaster. Isolated and abandoned by the world that they left that one sunny afternoon they left port on. Makes me wonder why these concepts are barely if ever thought upon.
Imagine you are the last person on earth, you survived the initial armageddon and have walked past countless bodies that have since long ago turned to skeleton, you forget how many years or decades have passed fighting wild animals off, packs of dogs that are descendants of the dogs people kept as pets but have long gone abck to their wild instincts over the decades and now stalk the overgrown and neglected streets hunting anything that moves. One night you wake up in the pitch black of night to hear this song being blasted in the distance and then it all goes quiet, not even the howls of the wild dogs are heard or the chirping of insects.
@@NoahL_axolotls yes, but there was never a last human in that situation, all “gone” around the same time, a lack of energy for anything to work, And maybe we’d have our consciousness’s thrown onto low energy machines to drift tout the last decades before inevitable death
When I got out of the bunker, I was the only one who had survived. The other survivors of the bunker died from eating those mushrooms that grew on the walls... Only me left, I took my gun, I put on my gas mask and I left after 20 years of nuclear war... There's nothing left, no one, not a single insect, when I came out I remembered the song that was playing in the bunker so we wouldn't all go crazy... A crunch, I pull out my gun and start shooting at that hideous creature, a bunch of these things come out and I start trying to kill them... There are too many, they start to eat me alive, the pain is unbearable... But at least I know that I will be reunited with my family, my friends... and my Elizabet, my beloved Elizabet... There I will see you again Elizabeth
As you begin to be eaten alive by those "things" you look up and while feeling no pain whatsoever. You see you dear Elizabeth floating just a few feet above you and she says "Try again..." And her mouth opens at inhuman lengths and her bones crack as they extended and slowly turn into one of those monsters but- You wake up back in your bunker room, you grab your pills and swallow them without water that you usually use, no hesitation. The dreams are starting again... You sit up and look at the very dim lamp flickers every once in a while. The dust in your room is so bad you can barely see the door across your somewhat small room or dorm. You stand up and realize the radiation must be leaking in again... You walk across your room and walk past a corpse that is slowly rotting away as if it's only a few weeks old. You step outside your room and see the mushrooms, everywhere.. The very thing that killed everyone in this damn bunker. "Radiation must be leaking in again, every time I have those God awful dreams, radiation is leaking in.." You walk down the hallway, most of the lights in the hallway are shut off due to power outages that began only months ago, sometimes they still flicker due to the high lightning storms outside the bunker caused by the bombs, but who knows, you're too paranoid to know whether you are making assumptions or not... You walk to the generator and grab a firearm "Here we go again..." You forcefully open the door that leads to the Generator room, but you keep your guard because those "things" are in here with you... You see the very dim red lights that surround the generator and a lever to switch the power back on, these things like to toy with you and the power after their 1 month nap, you hope and pray they went back to sleep. You slowly walk over to the lever and pull it to quickly open and close off all entrances that leak radiation and restart the power grid. You sigh in relief until you hear the door, your only exit, slam shut. The door that weighs tons of pounds and could only be slammed shut by something extremely strong... You turn around and look up to see a tall mutilated monster, bones crackling, jaw opening, and a recognizable face of one of your good friends Joseph. More of them come out of the darkness and they all rush to you, ripping you limb from limb, eating what remains, and then you see your beloved Elizabeth above your dying body saying "Try. Again.. Alan..." Somebody keep it going 😭😭😭
Honestly, if I were the last person alive (which I seriously doubt would happen), I don't even know what I would do. Probably complement life, memories of the loved ones, dreams I've had.. but after a while, I fear I would end it all. Thankfully I won't have to make such choice
@@silliusgooberusThe fog has no more room in such a world, something larger, more dangerous, more complex is coming. It will reap our futile attempts at survival, and it will make any living being suffer. It is the apex predator, and we are just feeble pray in such a new world.
pov: Your the last person on earth, you go in a half broken vintage cafe and sit next to a old record player and it played the only song they had, as you watch a snail slowly approach you and you slowly accept your fate.
The bunker locks opening, for the last time. You have already forgotten your name. The only other evidence of either humans or not is the radio towers. It feels like a nightmare... The suffering, the pain. Your legs... broken. You see someone or something representing a person. Holding a Rifle with a gas mask and helmet. Armoured and armed for anything. You wish that whoever it was could hear your cry for help. You took in your surroundings as the battery in your suit was about to die. Cutting off ventilation and air. Your giger counter. Louder than usual. A siren would blare in your mind. The person unable to notice you. You felt like your soul was trapped in your body. You took the last bit of energy to pull your pistol out. Unable to pull the trigger, you dropped it. The person had already gone. As you bled out or suffocated. You finally knew you were not the last. You looked up, looking at the hole in the building. Four stories high. Forced to jump from it. As your battery finally died, death hadn't seemed so bad now. The person rounding the corner. You took your last breath.
You were awoken from your such deep sleep, and all you could hear is nothing but the toxic and radioactive winds blowing into your direction, as you walk around aimlessly, you feel as the wind is ominously suspicious. Thinking there might be a threat up front, you unholsters your pistol and fires 3 shots. The bullets hits nothing, but a completely destroyed humvee (or any armored vehicles) you breathe a sigh of relief. Finally, you've decided to take a rest and sit on a roof of a car, muttering "what, happened here?... Where is everyone?" Feeling curious, you pull out your functioning geiger counter, expecting for the radiation levels to be low, but it is completely the opposite. The geiger counter reads high counts of radiation levels. Ranging to 540cpm to 780cpm, you are not expected to live longer. As you're waiting for your ominous death. You begin to hallucinate, you see a very strange figure, whether it looks like an another soldier whom survived, you can't differentiate it now. You are a deadman walking. Goodluck. Be advised:this is a complete remake from my previous comment 1 year ago.
If This Happens To Me I Hope I'm Not Truly Alone. Not Because I Would Feel Lonely. But Because I Want To Exterminate That Foul Creature That Wishes To Haunt Me Down Before It Has The Chance, I Hope There Is More Than One Actually, Mutants Too, Xenos Aswell. I Shall Cleanse The Mutant And The Xeno I'll Reclaim Terra By My F*cking Self. The Emperor Protects.
El Imperio recordara el sacrificio del hombre común y corriente del milenio III, que contra todo pronóstico, sobrevivió, lucho cómo todo bien honorable humano, y murió con honor, forjando su leyenda, perdida en el tiempo durante milenios, hasta que salio a la luz, pues nada está oculto para siempre, la verdad siempre sale a la luz
What really scary is that if a nuclear apocalypse happens. There is no way of conforming if everyone dead. Until you meet some one so like all of North America could be dead, but someone in Asia could still be alive. Though you never meet them so you just spend the rest of your life thinking your alone.
