Mythica_0

Mythica_0 t1_j18d3b5 wrote

Reply to comment by LateRain1970 in [WP] The world ended 20 years ago, you haven't found a living soul since then. Through some ingenuity, you call voicemails for the last 20 years to keep you company. "Hi, this is Cindy..." "Hi you reached Bob" "You know what to do at the beep" until one day "Hello...hello? Oh my God hello!" by killznhealz

I chose potatoes because I saw something explaining how they would be the easiest plant to grow in the event of an Apocalypse,

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Mythica_0 t1_j16o2fq wrote

Reply to [WP] The world ended 20 years ago, you haven't found a living soul since then. Through some ingenuity, you call voicemails for the last 20 years to keep you company. "Hi, this is Cindy..." "Hi you reached Bob" "You know what to do at the beep" until one day "Hello...hello? Oh my God hello!" by killznhealz

I had just realized what today was.

My twenty year anniversary.

Oh, don’t worry, it’s not a wedding anniversary or anything, no one’s gonna be mad.

Oh no, today was the 20th anniversary of me being the last human on earth… or so I thought.

My day to day life was pretty boring, water my potatoes, make sure my car was running, check my food stick to make sure I didn’t have to go out and find a cow or something, the works.

But, once a day or every other day, I treated myself to listening to voicemails. Making idle conversation . “Hello. This is James. Unfortunately I can not make it to the phone right now-“ “Classic James. “ I say with a laugh, that has no real humor behind it. “If you would like to leave a message, please do so after the beep! beep “ the voicemail ended, like it always does.

I kept going.

“If your looking for Hailey you’ve reached the correct device, however I have not reached you-“

“Yeah, this is Whinston , if y’need something leave a message.” -that one was less friendly then the others .

The next one rang, like it always does, and then a voice, “hello-?”

Wait a second. That didn’t sound like a robot, it also sounded like a question.

“H-hello? Is anyone there?” I panicked, reaching for the phone that had been sitting in the counter, charging somehow with the tangle of wires I had put together. “Oh my god! Hello! Yeah! Someone is here! “

“No way! I’m dreaming! This can’t be real!” Came the voice on the other end:

“No, no. I’m as real as the Apocalypse! I though I was the last one on earth!”

The excitement was tangible, we had to meet each-other! Maybe find other survivors? If we were both alive it’s possible other people were too!

“Me too! Oh my gosh, what’s your name?!”

“Oh, I’m Wayne. What about you!”

“I’m Tyler!”

“Woah! Where are you located! “

“I’m in South Dakota, you?!”

“No way. “

“What?! What is it?” A little bit of suspense, but the good kind, because a few seconds later I blurted out “I’m in North Dakota!”

“Oh! Let’s meet! “

“Definitely! “

We met at the borders between states, staying on call the whole time.

When we finally saw each-other, we immediately hugged.

“Hey, man. Isn’t it crazy that all this happened on the Twentieth year anniversary ? “

Huh. He had a point.

“Yeah. I guess it is someone else’s anniversary too after all.”

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