In my childhood I used to wander alone. I was not a lonely child but sometimes craved solitude in order to spend time with my thoughts.
On the first day I wandered through the streets alone but for my thoughts and questions. Where have they gone? Why have I not been taken? How long will the electricity and water last? What if I get ill?
It took me a while to realise just how quiet a world without people can be and how much the smallest sound can startle.
I felt like king of the world but then realised that I had no subjects. After a while, I sat down at the side of the road and cried. I grieved for my family and my friends. I grieved for mankind whose fate was unknown to me. I grieved for myself, truly alone on an abandoned Earth.
My thoughts filled with theories and considerations and my tears dried.
Perhaps I wasn't the only passenger.
As day turned to night, the streetlights sparked into life. It was time to go home but in truth I had no home and every home.
Tomorrow I would wander further.
