One. One is the number, one is the only number that exist. That one is me.

Dinner for one, bed for one, one room for one man. That's me, the one true
ruler of this earth.
I stopped counting the days, I don't know how much time passed since the big
event, I don't know what day is today. All I know I woke up one day, headed
to work like any mortal, and all of the sudden people left and right started
screaming, bleeding from the ears and dying, like they heard a loud noise that
their head couldn't handle. But all I heard was one sentence that repeated
itself, "Thou shalt suffer but he who is spared".
Well I didn't interrupt it correctly immediately, all I heard at the time was this
annoying high pitched noise. But after one year passed, I woke up from a bad
dream, and I could hear the same noise again, but this time I could figure out
the words hidden in it, and it was "Thou shalt suffer but he who is spared".
I've never believed in God, well not until the big event. I now believe that
there is a higher power, but in the last 3 years of studying various religions, I
have never come to find anything that explains what happened. Well to be fair
according to Islam, at judgment day an angel would blow in a huge horn that
will kill every one, and would make the mountains collapse. But the big noise
didn't level the mountains, and I'm still here, so its not that.
I truly believe that I'm here for a reason, I was chosen to stay the last person
on this wicked earth for something behind my comprehension. I don't know
what or when, but I'll always be ready. The noise will speak to me again and
I'll hear the voice within that will guide me.
4 years is a lot of time when you are alone. And you start to wonder, to
question your beliefs. I wake up sometimes and I am a different person, a
person who is miserable, a person who denounce the gods and wish for death.
But I always overcome him, I overcome the weakness that is caused by the
darkness in my heart that I still carry before my coronation, the darkness I
attribute to the lack of noise filling the void in my head.
One day I woke up on the dark side, and wondered if that voice I heard was
just my fucked up brain trying to rationalize with all the madness, and what if
there was no spared one, and what if there were more survivors. In hindsight
that wasn't my dark mind overcoming my faith, but my god guiding me to the
path.
Because on that day I decided to post on that site I used to spend most of my
day surfing, but for the life of me I couldn't remember what it was. That was
the last proof I've shaken the past life and all it elements to embrace my new
entity. I found it at last, reddit.com, and posted there asking if there were any
other human being alive. It toke only 4 hours, maybe less but I checked after
4 hours, for the little arrow to turn orange, and the number one to become
two.


Dark me couldn't know how to feel, and it toke him, me, 4 hours to calm down
and go to sleep. He, I, couldn't react, or try to contact number 2, for this was
the most shocking thing I, he, we could encounter. Pills do help you sleep in
situations like this.
Next morning I was back, enlightened and sure. I typed a comment on that
post I made, asking for number 2 to identify, and the respond came quickly.
Number 2 is Adam, 27 years old French. Damn it's too far, an ocean separating
us. We exchanged few words, his English wasn't the best. He was alone, he
didn't want to talk about the big event, he wanted to use some software to
video chat, so I can see him and he could see me.
We sit up the conference of the living men, and we are now connected. At first
I thought there was an error, I was seeing myself on the screen. But the
background was different, and soon realized that was Adam. Adam was me,
was a mirror image of me. He just starred at me in pure horror, then smashed
the screen with his bare hand for five times until we got disconnected.
Now I know why I'm still here, now I know why the next step of my gods plan
is on hold. I am not the "he who is spared", not yet anyhow. This must be a
test, a test to prove my devotion and belief, a test by god to see if I can
cleanse my heart, mind and soul from darkness.
One year passed since I became aware of the existence of Adam, and I'm
docking my vessel in what seem to be the city of Santander, Spain. I am
heading to find Adam, the first and the last man, for shalt I be the one who is
spared, and the ruler of earth by the will of god.
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[]thr3lilbirds 13 points 3 hours ago
Loved this. I love how the writing gets sporadic after he finds out he is not the
only one. Excellent job!
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[]derpingpizza [score hidden] an hour ago
Great story. I think the word you are looking for is "interpret" instead of
"interrupt". Hope that helps!
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[]Grave_Salad 39 points 2 hours ago


I stare at the "2". Is this real? Everyone is gone. I posted to Reddit 3 weeks
ago after everyone disappeared and there's been no response. I refresh the
page a dozen times. "2". I'm not insane, someone else upvoted my post.
I post again, comment on the post as well for this upvoter to reveal
themselves, that they are not alone. I post that we need to find each other, to
help each other survive. I wait by the computer anxiously awaiting a reply.
2 days later, an upvote but no comments/replies. Again? How cruel could
someone be? Humanity reduced to me and a troll? I always knew they'd
outlive us all, but how could someone be this heartless? I comment with rage
against them, call them a coward, call them soulless. I let loose my rage and
hit send in victory against my unseen foe. I stare at the hate I have spewed
and feel a well in the pit of my stomach. What have I done? They'll never
contact me now. I post one every subreddit I can find, "Please. I don't know
what to do, I thought I was all that's left. Don't do this to me. I don't want to
die alone. I'm scared."
I stare at the screen for the rest of the day. I know what I need to do. I spend
some time Googling how to find someone online. I go to my ISP and break into
it to try to get more information. My obsession begins to creep in. I will find
you.
A week passes before I finally track the IP of the poster. The trace leads me to
a small town about 1000 km away. A road trip is in order. I gather my supplies
and load up a car to begin the journey.
I imagine the meeting of this person almost every minute of the way. First I
imagine the meeting being hostile, the months of hatred and anger just
pooring out onto this person. Violence would ensue as I let every once of my
rage and wrath and hurt be thrown at this person. They would never be able to
hurt me again the way I hurt them.
Farther along the drive I began to feel the rage subside after every sign. 300
km away and I begin to imagine a huge arguement that eventually gives way
to us begrudgingly accepting each other. I imagine them telling me they didn't
know what to do and just acted out of fear. 200 km away. I imagine them
being happy to see me. They didn't know how to respond or find me and just
gave up hope and never commented. "That's fine," I would say, "We're
together now.".
50 km away I begin to cry relentlessly. I'm not alone. I can't believe it, I'm not
alone anymore! I get to the house. It looks nice, a rancher style with baby blue
paint. I bounce up to the door and knock. I listen intently for noise. I somehow
strain my ears to hear any sound. Nothing. I turn the handle. Locked. I kick
the door in. They'll understand I think. We'll build a new door, it'll be our first
adventure together! I hear the hum of a computer and ran as fast I could
towards it. The tears run from my face as I begin to shout," You upvoted me! I
found you! I'm not alone any-". They smell stops my sentence. Death. I know
this smell. On the couch his body lay rotten. He was dead for months, probably


before everyone disappeared. I gagged and turned away. His computer was
on. The screen was flickering text in a command window. I saw reddit links
randomly being upvoted.
A bot. He built a reddit bot to upvote posts. I sit down in the chair in front of
the computer. I close the command window and the upvotes stop. I stare at
the screen. Placing a hand on the mouse, I slowly move the cursor to the start
button and click. A name shows: Edward. I feel my lips tremble as I whisper,
"Bye Eddie".