The Last Man Novels & Stories

But despite those measures over the next couple of weeks the virus worked its way remorselessly through the remaining 5% of male survivors. “By 12 noon on the 12th of January 2167,’ said Jessica, as she finished her story, “there were no men left on the planet.” I stared at Jessica my jaw slack not sure if this was a dream. “What are you saying?” I asked dumbly. Jessica took my hand in hers and looked into my eyes. “I’m saying, honey, that you are the last man alive on the planet.” I gazed at the beautiful face for a long moment - I couldn’t see any sign of deception there. She believed what she saying. But there was no doubt in my mind she was completely insa

Soon. That night I sat vigil beside Manuel's bed. Veronica insisted on staying too despite her exhaustion. We held his hands as his breathing became more laboured. The hospice nurse had explained what to expect. The death rattle. The periods where breathing would stop and then restart. The gradual shutdown of systems. Around midnight, Manuel opened his eyes one last time. He looked directly at me. "I am proud of you," he whispered. "So proud." "I love you," I said. "Thank you for everything. Thank you for saving me."

The strange man smiled and bowed down. “W-what are you thanking me for?” There was something eerie in the way he looked at me. “For helping me make my last decision,” he said. I frowned. “What kind of decision?” He smiled, turned around, and walked away, leaving me staring at his back. His body seemed fragile, but his words carried confidence and something akin to power. I couldn't help but wonder who that man was, and as he disappeared around the corner, I couldn't shake off that weird feeling of knowing it was the first and last time I'd seen him…

tells me sadly, “But the good news is, Dan is safe. I can promise you that. He was the last of his kind.” I am worried about my friend. This would seem to be excellent news, but Hope looks terrible. And what sort of ghost is she referring to? “He was the last? Are you serious,” Dan asks with joy, ‘Oh Hope, I don’t know how to thank you!” He spontaneously jumps from the couch and hugs her, prompting a faint smile from my friend. Faint, but present. “Yes, he was the last,” she tells him seriously, “You are safe now.” “How do you know,” Dan asks, and I don’t blame him, as I too want to know, “What happened? Were you able to question him?”

"unwell" —What did you do to him, you fucking crazy man? —Nothing I regret, you knew that your "Luna" is the last of the Akira offspring, from your face I see that no one mentioned it to you, your moon is the last Xianman -What are you saying?

The Chairman closed his eyes. "I hoped you had forgotten that." Justice Sani looked sharply at him. "What Keeper?" The old man hesitated. Then, for the first time, he answered without concealment. "The Last Keeper." Elias' voice came through Nathan's speakers. "I thought that was only a story." "It was." The Chairman replied. "Until Magnus made it real." Amara folded Magnus' letter carefully. "Who is the Last Keeper?" The Chairman looked directly at her. "I don't know."

“What?” The man on the other end stutters. “He… he got away, sir. We’re not sure how, but Nolan is gone.” Blood rushes to my head as I process the information. “You can’t be serious. Find him. There’s no way that bastard is getting back to the Blackwoods— not alive.”

“Hmmm.” Then, he moved closer to the man, gripping the small knife. “But…but I’ve told you everything,” the man muttered. “It changes nothing,” Klaus replied coldly. “But don’t worry, I’ll make it quick.” Before the man could say another word, Klaus' hands moved like a flash, snapping his neck. I swallowed hard. Three bodies. Three people dead. Klaus' gaze shifted to the last person. The scarred man. “I save the last for the best,” Klaus said, his voice sending a shiver down my spine.

His last words, his final screams, are burned into my memory, alongside all the memories of Manuel. "I'm sorry," Alessandro says as he puts his gun away and comes to me. He grabs me and holds me tight against him, hugging me close. "I'm sorry you had to see that. I'm sorry you had to be a part of this. But it's over now, it's all over." "It's over," I whisper and sob into his chest as he hugs me close. Manuel's gone. Danil's gone. So many people are dead and gone and won't come back, but I'm here and I'm with Alessandro, and that's all I care about.

The struggles and sorrows of that other life were finally sealed away—gently, tenderly, by the hands of time. -THE END-