My name is Romany Gretchen-Gretel Østler. This is my story, and take my word for it, this is the last story that will ever be told.
Call me Romy. How do you do?
One year ago I woke up scared out of my wits and completely alone in this snow-swept sub-zero sub-arctic wilderness and since then, just about everything that runs, crawls, slithers, swims or flies has tried to make carpaccio out of me. Or at least those bits of me that I keep still for too long.
But I’m still here.
I’ve used my wits and what my father taught me and I’ve survived.
Trouble is, no-one else has. The entire population of the planet seems to have disappeared overnight. Gone. Poof! Not a soul to be found anywhere. Just me. I’m a party of one on a global stage.
Anyway, I’m not entirely comfortable with the idea of being a critically endangered species, so when I’m not sidestepping the critters that want to lunch on me, I’m trying to find my way back home. I don’t know if there’s anything or anyone there, but I definitely know I have to see for myself. So I’ll continue to survive and make the cold walk south.
My name is Romany Gretchen-Gretel Østler. I’m 17-years-old and I’m the last human being left on this planet. This is my story.
© Rufus Reinhardt 2017