At his doorstep
Three days…
Three long days since everyone had disappeared from the face of the planet, gone without a hint.
Walter Phelan had suddenly awoken to a very cold morning to find not a single trace of Human life. He didn't even get any warning; no light, no sound— Nothing. They had all, as it seemed, simply had decided to vanish into thin air.
Despite this, there weren't even any accidents; many cars laid dormant on the streets, silently pleading for their drivers to come back to wherever they had gone off to.
Stop lights had still continued to flash and change their colors, still blindly doing what it was programmed for. Trains had continued to run automatically, stopping at every station, doing what they were specifically programmed for. Advance machines had still continued to work even without anyone attending to them because that's what they were programmed for.
These machines that were made by man, will carry the legacy of humanity until the death of the planet.
…And on these first days, was when machine would have taken over mankind.
But sadly, many of these machines cannot live such prolonged times without exposure to a human. And by time, one by one, they would all completely shutdown and rot away pitifully, as nature takes her rightful throne, of which had been taken away ever since the first humans had stepped upon her world.
Yes, she will destroy these wicked machines and erase everything reminding her of humanity. She will once again rule the Earth.
And so, these were when the days where the age of machine would have ended along with its creator's last traces of its legacy. The most powerful and intelligent species to have ever walked the Earth, now gone and banished.
But wait… humanity was not dead yet as a single human was still alive… The human who would carry the last mark of mankind's legacy. There was still a tiny glimmer of hope for this dead species to show its glory in the form of one person.
Walter Phelan had spent his first day wandering the now dead streets of New York City. It was, at first, a very terrifying sight for him. Never had he seen the once noisy and bright city, lay abandoned like a forgotten baby on a street.
He had awoken, cold, on a gloomy morning. He took a bath, ate breakfast and got dressed for work. But sadly, there were none of his co-workers to greet him.
And it all happened so fast. Shock had already overridden his senses as he walked through the street with a thick air of terrified disbelief, fear, and most importantly, Anxiety.
It may seem that he had found himself in a twisted part of limbo. What did he do to deserve this living nightmare? Where was everybody? Why did everyone on the entire planet disappeared except for him? Was this a cruel, cruel joke made by someone?
"Hello?! Anyone?" He called out. Nothing but the wind, had bothered to whisper a mocking reply at the lone human.
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On the second day, he could feel his sanity slowly fading away. He had spent hours in carnivals playing, enjoying the theme rides as if everything was back to normal. He had talked and cheerfully chatted with inanimate object as if they were his long-lost family or friends. He had bought groceries and had even left some money on the counter for the "staff" to pick up. He drove through highways, diligently stopping at each stoplight when they would blink to red. He had walked on the sidewalks, occasionally greeting any "civilian" passing him by.
He was never used to such isolation, so his brain had tried desperately to save what bits of pieces of sanity he had left and created a delusional world to momentarily indulge himself in.
But that illusion would soon fade and the hard reality will once again set upon his senses.
Stopping in front of the doorway to his apartment, his wide smile and energetic demeanor had soon quickly faded as the effect finally wore off, and his expression turned emotionless.
Swiftly grabbing his keys, he opened the door and went in as a single tear fell from his eye.
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On the third day, he had his head buried on his hands. Completely lost in his mind, and this foreign world. He just sat on the side of his bed, motionless. What else was there left to do? He did not know what to do anymore. No sense of direction, nothing. A dull pain had long found its way to his body.
*RING RING RING* His alarm clock rang, but it was pointless since he was already awake. Why had he even set the alarm? Was it because there was still that stupid lingering hope that this was all just a very sick twisted dream? Was it because of that hope that he might someday just wake up on his bed, and forget about all of this? He still refused to budge from his position.
He actually welcomed the noise. It was a nice change in the scenario.
The last man on Earth sat in his room… There was a knock on the door…
*RING RING RIN—* He turned off the alarm clock and begrudgingly stood up and faced the door… He stared at it for a few seconds before he remembered that he had to move his legs to get there. How embarrassing. A few hours sitting like a cement statue and Walter had already forgotten how to do the most basic of human function that he had been doing for his entire life. He currently felt like a newborn child learning how to walk
He indeed felt like a child learning how to walk.
His first step was his hardest, he felt invisible steel locks holding his feet down. The non-existent weight on his shoulders making it ever so harder to even budge his muscles by merely an inch.
But he continued to exert inhuman effort on his legs, forcing his body to diminish this self-mutiny. And surely, he had manage to take his first step…
…Then another…
His pace kept growing as he had finally completed his 'long' walk to the door and opened it.
"Hello?"
"Umm... D-down here?" He didn't expect anything and the response completely caught him off guard. He lowered his head downwards, blinking a few times as his eyes tried to process what blob of purple he was trying to see.
"Who are you?"
"Oh, sorry. I-I'm Twilight Sparkle. And you are…?" The mythological creature looked up to him with her massive eyes. He could see a bit of fear in them.
"Walter. Walter Phelan." He replied bluntly.
"Walter Phelan… Hmm, That's a rather… unique name. Anyway, do you mind if I come in?" She tilted her head and peeked behind him, taking a quick glance of the room.
"No, not at all." Upon hearing that, she visibly relaxed as she trotted inside.
He took a step back and let her in, closing the door after.
The last man on Earth, and a unicorn, both stood at the man's apartment.
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I'm interested to see where you will go with this story. Keep writing
Like this story, go on with it please :3
Also, just gonna say, how is "knock" a horror story? It's just the last woman on Earth knocking
Man, this seems really cool. You should continue this!
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Eh, if this gets more attention than my other two stories, I might add another longer chapter.
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We would appreciate that
The flow seemed a little stilted to me but otherwise a nice opening to a last man scenario. It could go in any direction from here as well, which is both good and bad I suppose. Good for variety but bad because there are almost too many choices for the author.
This looks promising, now we need a second chapter that tells how Twilight got there, why is she there, etc.
Note: you wrote 'Sparkle' with a lowercase 's'. Fix it.
In all: Go on, go on, I'm curious about how you continue the story.!
-Zeph
Hmmm. Now, this looks interesting.
I could guess the twist in this chapter from the fact that it's posted on this site; but I'd really like to see where you take this from here.
I like it.
I got curious and I don't regret taking the time to read this little chapter
Just so you know, It is in the 'most popular' section of FimFiction at the moment of this writing.
Congratulations
I'll keep this story in my faves in case it gets updated, I'd be curious to see what comes next! Cheers!
I'd want Twilight Sparkle with me too if I was the last man alive.
After reading this chapter now I want to read the book where this idea came from
Anyway... we're all interested so, could you continue on? Please?
"tell me what you think."
Okay, write more. :D
i had to read the original story. and now i hope its kinda different from the original.
Hmm... I'll continue reading.
Heh. I remember this.
"The last man on Earth sat alone in his room. And then there was a knock on the door."
A great writer (Was it Ray Bradbury? Or Arthur C. Clark? I don't know and can't remember) was challenged to write the shortest horror story in history.
That is what he came up with.
Nice. Continue, if you will.
-Draognfeith
need more
Seems........a bit random.
Not bad but I'm not too sure what's supposed to be happening.
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Have you read the Wikipedia page?
Also, I'm very shocked to see this more popular than my other story.
Well... A promise is a promise.
3980516 Oh. I get it now.
Quite the interesting idea using the premise of another story from a (somewhat?) different genre.
Great story telling! I could really sense the feeling of despair and isolation that Walter was feeling. But i'm curious as to why twilight is there. Will it follow a similar plot as knock?
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No. It will continue from the exact same sentences from the story without the reader knowing what the actual plot is.
( That means no aliens. ) I'm going a different path from the original.
I have enjoyed this. Please continue it if you are able
Uh, no. There isn't if he's the only one
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Oops. Sorry, worded that a bit awkwardly.
Very Interesting, I must say... Can't wait till next chapter!
"This probably wouldn't garner much attention," he says! "It would probably just get a few likes.", he says!
Sometimes being proven wrong is awesome, huh?
Now this looks like it has the makings of a very interesting story. I'll be checking for updates to see where this goes.
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Haven't I read this story before?
Maybe one like it?
Maybe just deja vu.
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Sometimes, women are horrifying...
This is Walter Phelan. He has a stable life and a decent job.
One morning, he wakes up to discover that his world is gone. An entire civilization wiped off the face of the earth.
Quite a fascinating event, one might think.
But this mystery, as Mr. Phelan will soon find out, is one with an answer better left buried.
For you see, when discovered, no man wishes to remember the world of terrible truths that is ... The Twilight Zone.
3990265 nice story funny picture btw
This is really good. I'd love to see where you're going with this.
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Thanks, I wundt to draw my OC Powder Sniffer, but I just can't get it right.
3997045 practice makes perfect
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Agreed
Stupid question time: is this a one-shot? Because that'd be cruel and unusual punishment; "Everyone but one guy suddenly disappears, Twilight Sparkle shows up, that's it."
I don't know if it was intentional, but the lack of dialogue and noise in the narrative, the unbelievable silence of it all, I could really feel that reading this. Honestly, it freaked even me out a bit.
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Honestly, I wasn't lying when I said I expected this to just garner 4 or 5 likes.
This was just a simple relaxing writing exercise— also inspired after reading the original story itself; done in just a span of an hour and a half, with nothing but two or three proofreads of it done by me.
And judging by my previous, and now deleted "Speed-written" stories, you can't really blame me for expecting this to be horse-shit. I guess I was just relaxed enough when this story was being written.
Fear not though, I HAVE already made the plot-line, and I'm currently writing the next chapter as we speak.
But, unfortunately…
Expect some delay due to the fact my tests are tomorrow.
Good story writing, that's for sure.
Why do I get the feeling this is gonna be a very ontological story with lots of feels and cute moments?
4000261 No pressure, I'm a student too. Good luck.
C'mon dude, this should be the longest walk of this man's life and you make it sound as generic as that? This tiny part of the story contains probably over half of the tension, so you've gotta really nail it.
Repeated phrase. Just needs a slight re-wording.
Cool concept though. Glad you linked to it.
Well... time to repopulate!
3976672 Only time you'd have a shot huh?
4003954 No, because if anyone could bring everyone back, it'd be her.
4003989 Lets go with that. .. I'm sure it's just a coincidence that they all vanished three days before she found him...
Conspiracy time!
It is all the unicorn's fault.
3976672 notice the dark and tragedy tag
I don't think it's gonna be that nice...