Alone. Such a hateful five-letter word.
Satoshi used to think he would be fine living this way. But roaming around debris-laden streets and dark, empty alleys on his own all day, all night, could really do a number on one’s sanity.
They said life moved in mysterious ways. Or was that supposed to be ‘love’?
It didn’t really matter.
Jun used to tell him fishing was gonna be the death of him yet.
But it had been because he was fishing out at sea that the first wave of alien extermination didn’t get to him.
Irony also has five letters.