It has been three years since I last saw another human. Three long, lonely and soul destroying years. I sometimes think back to my old life, the way it used to be, and it seems like something from a story book or a film I once saw. Those memories don't belong to me anymore, they belong to the past. The day everything changed however, is so clear and vivid in my mind, it could have happened yesterday.

I was awoken by the sound of what seemed like a thousand birds all singing their songs, buzzing around in my head like nature's own violent alarm clock. I opened my eyes and gazed above. My vision was blurred which made me disoriented for a minute or so. As my eyes adjusted to the sunlight and shadows, rays of sunshine broke through the darkness of the branches and leaves of the thick, dense forest. The sky was on fire, all striped with bits of red and orange. The majestic birds' wings kept on scratching it again and again. Pitch black were the "midnight ravens" who flew with hostility in circles above where I lay. The haunting cackles of their voices echoed through my head as the prickles of the grass embedded into my palms, yet there was something viscous and cold that washed the pain away. As I lifted my trembling hand, red streaks of cool blood rolled down my arm staining my torn sleeve. The unpleasant, rusty smell of the red satin on my palm lingered in the air around me. A ferocious growl somewhere close by, caused me to scramble quickly to my feet making my head rush. When I slowly regained my balance I turned to face a fierce looking dog snarling at me. His exasperated brown eyes were fixed on the tiniest movement I'd make, his jaw never relaxing a bit. The thunderous sound coming from behind his clenched teeth grew louder and louder until I could no longer stay there frozen, looking at the starved dog before me. And so, I started running so fast, as if I was a cheetah chasing its prey rather than speeding for my life. The stealthy animal followed my trail.

The outstretched brown arms of the forest kept on slapping my wet face as if they were teaching me manners. I tried to push them away, but I failed, defenseless to their strength on my back. Depression flooded my lungs, as if to drown me into the paws of the dog. I started gasping for air and choking on every breath I managed to grasp, yet I continued my way through the thick undergrowth that wrapped around my bare feet. After I ran for what seemed like hours, I finally saw it. The bright light at the end of the dark tunnel. The end of the threatening forest was there before my very eyes, and once again I turned into a hungry cheetah rushing after its prey.

Hyde Park. A dangling green sign, on the dusty street, caught my eye. It forced a new feeling in me; one I hadn't experienced before. I felt numb, yet I was screaming inside. Hysteria ripped through my lungs but nothing came out through my dry lips. A crystal clear tear burnt down my cheek. I looked around me. The usually noisy street was silenced, while a squeaking wheel of an unmoving bicycle broke through the stillness of the desolated place, and the sound of it was a peaceful melody to my soul. The ground was covered with a thin layer of soiled snow, but yet again I was wrong. Grey ash was everywhere, coupling with pieces of broken glass. The cars that used to rush down the road were nowhere to be seen, only a few were left behind-those were just scrap-steel of what seemed like ruins of a big explosion. Clunk-clunk. I turned around to face a gigantic red bus capsized in the middle of the road, as the black smoke cleared, letting me see. Clunk-clunk. Something inside it was burning, and the troublesome smell grew more and more unbearable to me. Hurriedly, I started looking for something, without knowing exactly what it was. Shelter? Hope? Answers?

My pace increased as I got closer to an abandoned vehicle. The car had a stuffy scent. The upholstered seats smelled faintly of tobacco and gasoline. A dusty hole replaced the car radio. Surprisingly, the key was left inside the ignition. The engine started quickly, to my relief, roaring the car to life. This put to shame the scratched blue paint of the old Volkswagen beetle, which made the car look twenty years older. The wind blew past me through the cracks on the front window and the missing door of the car. The second door kept on shattering nervously after each bump on the road. There was a screeching sound every now and then as if the car was breaking apart. Even though the Beetle was slower than a new BMW would have been, the adrenaline of driving it, rushed through my veins, freezing the muscles in my hands tight around the wheel.

I took one last glance at the all so known, now deserted, Hyde Park, until an ear-piercing, thunderous explosion lit-up the atmosphere, setting the street on fire. It drew a beautiful pattern in the sky: yellow, red, orange and a faint stripes of purple all glittered in the air, but then I faced forward driving towards where I am still heading to, searching for a place where I would no longer be the only human being alive.