His Name Was Peter

He sat up. Why is it so quiet? Where is everyone? Why is it so empty here? Peter rubbed his eyes and stood. His feeble legs quivered under his weight. He was malnourished, weak, hungry. He walked, trying to find anything, anyone, something. He walked more and more, and then started running. The panic of being alone in such an empty world started to surface. He rushed, wanting to find any source of human life he could grasp. He started shaking and crying. He wanted to vomit, the overwhelming fear crippling his mind. He fell to the ground and passed out again.