Spirit Harvester

On that day everything changed. The people I knew, all died.

As a matter of fact, everyone died except me.

I, Clive Belmont, am the only person alive on this entire planet, I firmly believe.

I didn't get to watch the bombardment. I was mining for minerals.

So when I got to the surface, I was greeted with a scene that could very well be a picture of hell.

Scorched earth and collapsed structures, the city I knew was nowhere to be seen. Neither were the people.

I stood alone on the pile of rubbles, I stood still, laughing.

Many would say that I am abnormal. Abnormal would be too kind of them. Freak, psycho, weird, inhuman, monster; I have been called all of this in just my 18 years of life.

And look, everyone who called me those names are dead.

I alone am alive. Now a certain question arises.

What should I do? What do I do? Should I take revenge on those who killed everyone? Should I sulk that everyone is dead? Should I grieve their deaths?

To be honest, I am not doing any of those.

Think about it, they wiped out all of humanity in probably an hour.

Would I be able to do something against them?

The answer is a big NO.

I was not attached to them either. I was always met with fear and hatred.

Even my parents hated me. I cannot say that I feel anything. I am far too apathetic.

So I should prioritize my own survival. Repopulating the whole planet is impossible as I am a male and no female is left.

Again, I am not the least bit interested in becoming the new father of humanity. It gives a wrong impression and it’s a lot of work.

I had one simple dream. It was to have plain peace.

Laying on a grass field, basking in the sun as the air caresses my entire body, it was my dream.

But most of this planet is polluted. Even this small piece of habitable land was on the verge of contamination.

I gave up on that dream. Now I have found a chance.

So I will just do that. In order to do so, I have to survive.

This place is done for. No matter where I look, I only see rubbles. This place which was a bustling town even just hours ago, has turned into a destroyed ruin.

This place reeks of blood and there are bodies scattered everywhere.

A sane person would have gone insane.

This is weird. I should be scared of this sight. But I have no problem looking at the mangled and burnt bodies of people.

I don't feel anything even after looking at them. Have I gone insane?

But there's no one around to answer for me. Maybe I have maybe I was insane from the very beginning.

Let's stop with the monologues and start working.

Saying that, I started walking. I should first see if my parents’s house is still around or not. I can take a few things from there before heading to my apartment.

The town is called Daedalus. It was named after a mythical smith.

This was a mining town and was famous for its crafts. It mostly dealt with marble.

Emphasis on was. Because it is no longer around. Roughly an hour has passed since the attack.

It should be burning but the flames went out.

When I returned, I saw burn marks and scorched land. But no fire was there.

What kind of technology was used to annihilate humanity? It makes me shiver with excitement.

I want to see that. I am now walking to my house. But the streets are burnt. It's hard to walk while dodging the burnt parts.

No matter how I look only places with people were attacked.

Like they were tracking humans. I was in the mines and was subsequently saved. Then I look to left where an underground shopping mall used to be.

It is thoroughly destroyed. That means just being underground won't save you.

Perhaps there are other conditions. While thinking of all these things, I arrived at my home.

It isn't that damaged. Meaning, no humans were present here during the attack. My parents must have been at work.

I guess this is luck as well. My things are in one piece. I can properly prepare and leave here.

I enter the house and went straight to what used to be my room.

Took a few things that I didn’t take with me when I moved out. I will not be needing any money though.

All of humanity is destroyed. I have no doubts about that. So I won't need money.

I should go to the kitchen and salvage some food.

I would need it for the journey. Taking some food the kitchen, it’s time to leave this place. I have spent my childhood here. But I feel no emotions that could be remotely said as sorrow.

Probably because of the treatment I got.

Anyway, I should be happy that those attackers destroyed everything.

A normal person would go mad if faced with loneliness. But I have been lonely. And in my lonesomeness I grew up and got accustomed to it.

It won't matter. I exit the house and pay my respects for the dead for one last time.

I am determined to travel around the world. This place was the last place to shelter humans.

Other continents are too polluted. But that was 300 years ago.

It's time to discover. I feel rather energetic and hopeful about what's to come. It’s uncharacteristic of me.

Wish me luck. Though I say that, I alone am left.

So here begins my journey. The only human left will go around the world and see the world. Maybe I can even meet the attackers.

They can come back to look at the situation. But I have to be vigilant too. They would probably attack me as well.

Reminding myself I leave the city and journey towards north where the capital is.