Endling I: Leaving the Bunker

The more I think about it, the less I care about my name. There is nobody else out there who will ever use it. There's no need to identify me specifically, because there's nobody to tell me apart from. No crowd to get my attention in. I'm the last person. The only person. In the entire world, as far as I know. Maybe somebody else out there had a bunker like ours. With lead lined walls to keep out…