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'Have you ever wondered what its like to be the last person on Earth standing?'

It all started when I was a fragile, miniscule man walking through the streets of London. The sky scraping buildings towered above my ant-like body. The fresh scent of lavender flourished through the great turquoise sky while my sore, wrinkled feet hobbled towards the gargantuan apartments where I only could imagine of living in. I combed my hand through my grey, thin, spiky hair while the mossy grey tiles tickled my feet. It was serene at the time ; I was feeling jubilant through my whole body until I arrived to my job interview where I glanced around the corner.

Nothing.

Then I sighed after seeing no other life for my desperate soul to connect with at the interview. They called my name swiftly and I arose with deep sentimental excitement and I marched inside with great excitement.

My eyes were scattering around the mesmerising room which had piles and piles and piles of gold bars, cars, money horded away into the corner as if it was like rubbish. My eyes then glimpse down to the person who remarks that I have been invited to a Mr Beast competition . He hands me with his veiny, silky , slim hands an envelope with rosy ribbons hugging it tight. He then mentions with a deep masculine tone that I have to 'survive 100 days in a nuclear bunker,' and my reward shall be anything I desire. Whether it be a car , a plane , a house , ANYTHING, I can get if I complete the challenge. I reminisce over my life that despised everyday which had nothing but melancholy aromas everywhere I went. I only mentioned 2 words after.

'I Accept.'

Suddenly, I get escorted to the location in a car that roared violently through the hollow streets of London to an abandoned, medieval, sorrow house. In pure solitude, the gloomy sky started to hover above the car while we arrive.

'Its humongous.'

My pale, raggedy feet steadily hurdled towards the mysterious house and I get greeted by 2 mottled iron doors. As I pass the gates of heaven the cold misty air fades away as I turn my body to see the doors clap their giant hands.

I glance around the gloomy bunker and the sudden realisation hits my soul.

'NOTHING!'

I was petrified: there was nothing in the bunker of what I desired. I looked around endlessly trying to find something to hold my life onto but the hope soon got swapped with anger. I blinked, slept, dreamed, of a better life and it all came to nothing.

99 days later : I was exasperated.

Each fibre of my body ached with tremendous amounts of pain. The house got torn down by my indignant self after the torture I went through. The clock positioned at the top of the roof struck '00:00:00.' The sounds of a ticking time bomb finally ended. Desperate for life, my fragile body gave up hope and it felt lackadaisical throughout. The fresh scent of spices and the warm air had turned into cold misty air that shivered my crouched body.

' Tick.. Tick... Tick.. Tick.. Beep.'

My body reawakens as I clutch onto my walking cane and limp over to the exit. The luminous sunlight peeks through the entrance as I once again can see the illuminating sunlight enlighten me. The whole world seemed shattered into pieces with human remains rotting away as if the world had died. The sky becomes dark and ominous as I begin to sob into my pale hands while my parched lips opened wide. I screamed with all my might' WHY ME?' In vexation I dropped onto my knees and smashed my fist onto the wet, slippery soil as I shut my eyes for one last time and I take my final rest