Last man on earth when there is no earth?

Chapter 01 I wake up and... what?

It’s pretty dark in hare.

Isn’t it about time to wake up?

Waking up? I don’t remember going to bed...

Going to bed? I don’t remember getting back home...

That’s right! The invasion! There was an alien invasion! A lot of lizard faced guys. Were they looking for the infinity stones?

Man, I wish I met the purple guy. Now I’m dead.

I’m supposed to be dead… right?

Right, the space invasion. I was shot in the stomach.

Really, what a bad day.

Wait, what am I so angry about?

Space ships… alien invasion….

Yeah, that’s right. I swing more toward the fantasy side, not sci-fi. Swords and magic were my thing. Laser guns and space crafts never hit the spot for me.

A gate to another world would’ve been nice. Scratch that, I would never like it if I got murdered by some random goblin immediately after getting beaten by thugs.

Wait… how did I die again?

Right right, the alien invasion.

The green creature shot a hole through me. There is no surviving that.

I don’t feel dead though… that’s weird...

It’s like I just enjoyed a really good night of sleep, something the sleep deprived me never got in a long while.

Isn’t it about time? Any minute now…

No? No system notification? No cute goddess?

Is this what they meant when they said there is nothing after death?

You mean I lived through all that misery just to end up in nothingness?

C’mon! You could at least send me to hell and let me laugh at the irony!

What did I do to deserve this?

Hmmm...

that’s strange… who am I again…?

Space invasion…

Green lizard faced aliens…

Sci-fi guns…

Girls getting eaten…

A bad day…

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Shit… I can’t remember. I can’t remember anything…

Hold on... Am I supposed to feel this good about it?

I think... I think I’m going insane… I can’t move…. I don’t feel the rest of my body…

I feel tired...

I... Have to… sleep

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Day in. Day out.

I wake up, try to remember, then fall asleep again. That’s how I counted them, but in truth I had no way of knowing how much time actually passed.

It was dark and I had no way of keeping track of time. How many days have really passed? Or was it weeks? Could it be months? More importantly, am I dead? Or am I alive?

Did the lizards really kill me?

Perhaps I was eaten, they seemed to like human meat.

An alien invasion huh… How do I know it wasn’t just a dream? 

The fog covering my memories continues to expand, getting thicker each time I try to remember. The idea that everything I can still recall might be nothing but dreams felt more logical every time I thought about it.

No, it wasn’t a dream. 

The scorching wound I got was real, I can still remember the pain very clearly, though the sensation itself seems to have disappeared.

Wait...

If I’m unable to feel the wound, doesn’t that mean I’m really dead? Not that I’m able to move or feel anything else. No, I am still able to feel the pain. Something like when you see someone getting kicked in the balls and grit your teeth as if you were the one hit.

Man, it would be hilarious if my luck is so bad that I survived my long awaited death.

Am I really dead though?

I can’t move, I can’t see, I can’t hear. It’s like all my senses are gone. Am I breathing?

Hold on...

I try to think about breathing. Doing that causes it changes to manual control and I feel myself struggling to keep it going. I can feel myself inhaling, then exhaling. It’s slow, but I’m breathing. Finally, a proof that I’m alive!

What are you getting happy about, idiot?

Some old guy once said: I think, therefore I exist. That guy should go eat shit. Thinking alone isn’t proof of existence. If everything else is gone, you can’t even tell if you are alive much less if you exist. But if I'm breathing, it's an entirely different case.

If I’m breathing then I’m still alive. If I’m alive then I somehow survived that alien attack. Am I in a coma right now? Or could it be that I reincarnated and am currently in the womb of some woman? I will take the later please.

I want to move…

I want to leave this place…

I want to go home…

No. I want to die…

There is no point in going back...

I'm tired of that pointless life...

If I'm going to die then please let me...

I didn’t want to survive…

I don’t care who. Someone, please end it...

Once again I sense exhaustion taking its toll on me, as if my mind is being forced to shut down. I dive into the dreamless slumber once again.

Wait, if I can feel tired, wouldn't that mean...