Was I the only survivor

Write a story beginning with these words Was I the only survivor

Was I the only survivor Coughing spasmodically, I peered through the darkness a
nd the sight that I saw sent shivers down my spine.
There were still figures on the pavements, road kerbs and even in stalled vehicl
es. Moving vehicles had lifeless faces and miserable looks. Eyes were listless a
nd bodies looked numb. They looked dead but they were not. They were like the li
ving dead or dead living. I could not tell the difference.
I was mesmerized by the scene before my eyes. This was my very first experience.
Such a situation had never happened to me before. What had happened
Then it hit me like a thunderbolt. The Environmental Department had pitched the
Air Index at Orange two hours ago. All citizens had been warned to stay indoors
and not venture outdoors for Orange meant Be Prepared. The level could go to Red
and Red would be when all hell would break loose.
The world had become horribly polluted that the populace had to be prepared for
any eventuality when the oxygen level would spell death for those without an ade
quate supply of oxygen. The United Government had contingency plans in such an e
vent. Oxygen drills and practices had been carried out. Some people took them se
riously, others were nonchalant. I was sceptical but I was a low-abiding citizen
so I was somewhat prepared.
It was unfortunate that I had gone on a work assignment to the other side of tow
n and it would take me four hours to get back to the safety of my home. I had my
mini oxygen device with me which would only ensure a three-hour oxygen supply.
At Orange Alert, no LRT tram would stop to pick up passengers. One had to be at
the Safe Station Pick-up Point.
It was one of those mishaps that could only occur once in a blue moon. Within an
hour of Orange, the Air Index hovered at Red.
I was within five minutes of Haven Point when the sky turned into a swirling mas
s of darkness. Everyone panicked and ran blindly in all directions. I was knocke
d down by the mass of human bodies.
When I managed to steady myself, it was still dark and my first thought was, Thi
s is the end !
The sight of the prostrate bodies numbed my thoughts and limbs until I heard a c
oncerned voice, Come, Mister, share my tank. I have two masks. I peered in the s
mog and saw an outstretched hand of a black man with a face mask. Thankfully, I
put out my hand and together we breathed in the unpolluted man-made oxygen.
We were the only two survivors that day when the polluted city was on Red.

spasmodically happening suddenly for short periods of time and not in
a regular way

nonchalant behaving in a calm manner, often in a way that suggests
you are not interested or do not care

prostrate lying with the face down and arms stretched out, especia
lly as a sign of respect or worship