He was walking. Walking along the path that solitude created.
Walking down that quiet hallway, his footsteps ringing.
However, only his ears heard the ringing.
There was nobody around, to compliment him on his hallowed journey.
Nobody was around to admire the scenery with him.
Nobody. Nobody at all. He was all alone.
It was surreal. He was the lone survivor of a building,
a building that was abandoned; it was like a dream, a dream gone horribly wrong.
But it wasn’t abandoned, contrary to what his mind told him.
It was like a survival movie-could he hold out?
Could he hold out in the reckless state of solitude and quarantine?
He hoped, he really hoped, that the next day would bring about contact,
that precious human interaction,
that he so desperately craved. Like a starved man, he wanted, no, needed that company.
He would have to wait and hope
But for now,
He kept on walking. Tolling away in semi-despair.
Down on those eerily quiet paths.
Where people should roam.