Last Person On Earth

birds were louder than usual chattering in perky, excited way squirrels and deer were in the yard. Super close to house I called out but no one answered. The streets were full of cars. Nobody was moving. Silence north of me, odd. Usually hear freeway sounds. Fix coffee, begin to drive. Realize I am the only person for a block, two, three, a mile, at all. I get to work. Run in. No one greets me. I begin hyperventilating. Something is wrong. Killers? Bandits? Thieves? I hit redial on my cell phone. No one answers. The beginning of the end.