The pristine white snow reflected the light of the setting sun, bathing the landscape with gentle, vibrant purples. John stood by the window of the cabin with a mug of strong coffee, gazing out over the gracefully bent boughs of the lavender pine trees.
John had traveled far and long to get to his little cabin in the woods. He had abandoned his city life, his expensive suits, even his high profile job in favour of getting back to the basics.
For so long, John had done nothing but work, work, work; he focused only on his job and the things he could get from it. He never made any lasting friendships, or settled down to have a family. The only thing he had ever wanted was success, until the world around him had shifted.
Out of the corner of his eye, John sensed movement beneath the snow. Feeling safe behind his thick glass window and reinforced walls, he turned with amusement to watch.
He never would have left the city before the catastrophe happened. He was content to focus on his own goals, and those of his company. But when circumstances changed, he was forced to reevaluate his priorities. That was when he used his abundant savings to commission the cabin to be built, sparing no expense, from the solar panels on the roof to the underground self-renewing vegetable garden in the basement.
The figure of a young woman had finally shaken herself free, and staggered up to the window through the thick and debilitating snow. Her snow suit was dirty and ragged, and a ski pole dangled from one decrepit hand. This one must have been a skier.
She gnashed rotting teeth at him, perhaps able to smell his flesh through the window. She still had light pink eyeshadow clinging to her lids, and her one eye was a lovely shade of green. John sipped his coffee, thinking she must have been quite the looker when she was living.
Eventually she ambled away over the mountains, looking for easier prey. John drained his mug and watched the colours of the sky undulate and fade until the sunset changed into northern lights. Yes, it had taken a zombie apocalypse to make him realize what was important in life, but he had come out on top. It was peaceful, being the last man alive.
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