Crackle

I step on shattered glass. It's everywhere. Right before my eyes I can see buildings all damaged. I was lucky to have my Canon and I shot a picture.

I was scared. I had nothing to eat or drink. 

"Hello? Hello?"

Still no answer. Why was I the only person who survived this? Why not someone else? I won't be counting anything anymore because the world's gone. I have no one to talk to. It's quiet. Sooner or later I'm gonna go crazy. You know the quietest room in the world? That's what I feel like I'm in right now. I take a step forward, and then hear a crack. I back away quickly.