Wifies was twenty-five when the world ended.

He had been sitting at a bar, half-watching a game, when the screen suddenly went black. The broadcast cut to a news channel. The newscaster looked terrified, warning everyone about violent creatures appearing throughout the city. Some people panicked. Others laughed it off as some kind of hoax.

Wifies was one of the skeptics.

He finished his drink, got in his car, and drove home.

The streets were strangely empty. As he entered his neighborhood, his disbelief vanished. Houses had been torn apart. Cars were abandoned in the streets. Rubble covered the sidewalks. Bodies lay motionless where people had once lived their ordinary lives.

He ran inside his house.

His pregnant husband, Parrot, wasn’t home.

There was blood everywhere.

Scratch marks covered the walls. Floorboards had been shattered. Furniture was overturned, and the entire house looked as though something had violently torn through it. Wifies never found Parrot’s body. He never found out exactly what happened.

Three years later, at twenty-eight, he still hasn't.

He hasn't seen another human being in all that time.

A year ago, he finally shut off his radio. He had spent countless nights searching for signals, waiting to hear another voice—any voice. Eventually, he stopped. There was nothing. No broadcasts. No survivors. Nothing but static.

So he began to believe he was alone.

Perhaps the last man alive.

The only thing keeping him from completely losing himself is his purpose: kill every creature. Every last one.

It isn't revenge anymore. It's an obsession. Wifies moves constantly, never staying anywhere for more than a month. His reinforced truck is his home, outfitted with heavy metal plating, barbed wire, supplies, weapons, and everything necessary to survive long journeys. He travels from state to state, hunting the creatures wherever he finds them.

He refuses to keep an animal companion, too.

Not because he hates animals—but because he knows himself. He would become attached. He would start caring. And if that animal ever died, he isn't sure he could survive losing someone he loved all over again.

So Wifies remains alone.

Three years of silence have made him colder, quieter, and harder to recognize as the man he once was. But underneath all that emptiness, the same thing still burns:

He will not stop until every last creature is dead.