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FF – The Last

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Carole Erdman-Grant.

Copyright Carole Erdman-Grant

He’d seen places like this everywhere. After the bombs fell they’d become havens for the depraved, daubed with gang signs making clear their purpose.

He saw no-one, however. He hadn’t for over a year. Violence, starvation and radiation had taken the world.

Many animals had survived the radiation-induced mutations, but he was the last human.

“I am the last! I am the final living… ugh.

He didn’t even see the huge, mutated claw which took him. The last human he may have been, but there are worse things out there now than humans.

Welcome to the Age of the Mutant.

  1. April 21, 2022 at 4:19 pm

    Karma strike again!


  2. April 21, 2022 at 5:55 pm

    Hey hi! One human was never going to be much use anyway


    • April 22, 2022 at 12:06 pm

      It’s kind of hard to repopulate a species with only one specimen.

      Liked by 1 person

  3. April 21, 2022 at 9:27 pm

    That’ll teach him not to brag!


  4. Lyn
    April 22, 2022 at 10:53 am

    Hmmm okay… so if he was the last, who saw what happened and wrote his obituary? 🤔


  5. April 22, 2022 at 12:07 pm

    Maybe the mutants evolve into smarter creatures than we are… after they get over the hunter stage.


  6. April 22, 2022 at 1:01 pm

    A world full of giant mutant squirrels would be intriguing. Too bad I’d never live to see it…


    • April 24, 2022 at 5:23 am

      One day squirrels will rule the world though, of course.


  7. April 22, 2022 at 1:16 pm

    Fate has a wonderful sense of timing… 🙂


  8. April 22, 2022 at 1:40 pm

    You have quite the imagination!
    I can’t imagine anything scarier than humans, but considering this mutant was created by humankind (unnaturally anyways), it is quite easy to see. Perhaps this is the fate that is deserving of our species.
    Well done!


    • April 24, 2022 at 5:24 am

      Yep, we’ve had our chance, time for the mutant gerbils to have a go 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

  9. April 22, 2022 at 2:46 pm

    Oh dear..


  10. April 22, 2022 at 4:08 pm

    I cannot even imagine. Scary.


  11. April 22, 2022 at 4:34 pm

    Dear Ali,

    Sounds like a horrid place to be. It does make me wonder who’s left to tell the story. 😉 Well done in any event.




    • April 24, 2022 at 5:28 am

      Dear Rochelle,

      This is where the “mysterious narrator” comes in 🙂 Or maybe this is a retelling from much later by an evolved mutated hamster telling their version of events to all the little hamsters a hamster school!



  12. April 22, 2022 at 4:58 pm

    darn, the last human is a goner for sure. so much for bragging rights. 🙂


  13. April 22, 2022 at 9:14 pm

    Let’s hope the mutants are better to the planet than humans. Long live the mutants!


  14. April 23, 2022 at 5:19 am

    As Nobbinmaugh said, hope they are better for the planet. Are there any human mutants?


  15. April 23, 2022 at 1:06 pm

    He may think he’s the last, but who knows how many hid themselves away?


  16. April 24, 2022 at 1:58 am

    What a way to go. It sounds as though it was quick, at least. And so the story begins again in the Age of the Mutants. Scary.


  17. April 25, 2022 at 9:10 am

    More frightening than humans? Sheesh!


  18. April 26, 2022 at 1:42 am

    I like the word daubed in connection to the grafitti. “The last human he may have been, but there are worse things out there now than humans.” I just hope the mutants are environmentally more attuned.


  19. April 26, 2022 at 7:05 am

    Yikes…sounds almost real,Draliman, but at least it’s a colourful ghost town🎨Extra Pawkiss🐾😽💞


    • April 27, 2022 at 5:39 am

      Yes, it’s nice and colourful, that’s the main thing 🙂


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