The window

I pass by the red car that once was. The paint isn't as clean as it
used to be. After many years of decay the paint has vanished. I
wasn't much of a car driver, I didn't even have a license to drive
them. Passing by the big old building that once were, no more than
skulls left behind by once living humans. Most of the people nowadays
are dead. I sometimes wonder If I'm the only one alive. But how
likely would that actually be. I'm pretty sure I can't be the only
one being alive. I look forward and I see footsteps. How is it
possible that there are footsteps? The strange part is that I've seen
these before, but where? I follow the footsteps and keep on following
them. After a while i see the same red car and the same old paint.
This has happened a lot to me recently. I am not able to reason as I
used to. Yesterday I saw a man waving to me. He looked a bit like my
father. Perhaps it was him. Perhaps my father did wave to me. Well
that is what I'd like to believe. Most of the time belief is the only
thing that's left. I believe that someday I'll meet an other person.
For whatever reason I'm still alive, there must be others who also
are alive for the same reason. I don't know what kind of bomb hit
this town. I don't know if hit others. I did try the radio station to
contact others cities. The problem was that I had no idea how to use
one. The closest thing to a radio station I've had was my really
cheap smart phone. I don't remember what brand it was, but it was one
of those brands nobody really cared about. It had it's purpose, to
call others. Oh how I wish to be able to call someone and ask
anything. "Hello. How are you today?". I turn around to
look at the bookshop's window, well what's left of it. "Hello
there. How nice of you of asking". "Today is pretty windy
isn't it". "I agree. There was less wind yesterday compared
to today". I look at my own reflection seeing my own smile. That
smile that I always used while conversing. I never talk to myself
like this. It's not the same as talking to an other person, but this
conversation with my reflection cheered me up a bit. This remind me
of a guy talking to a manikin in a movie. It was a good movie.
Nothing I could related to back them, compared to now. There is no
point in standing here doing nothing, I better go and find me some
food.