Alone 03 But all good things eventually pass away.
It had been years now, since Adam had seen his sunset. So long that he had even given up his alternating hope, running toward every sound he heard in delusions of rescue; and despair, acting like he didn't hear them, to pretend that he was master of his mental situation. Now, there was simply emptiness. Barely even sane enough to remember where he was, or even that he was alive, he spent his days wandering the empty streets; simply being. No thought, no fears. Even in his best moments, he barely even cobbled together enough brain cells to remember to find something to eat. After all, he had no way of knowing how long it had last been since he had last done so.
He had forgotten that there had even been a world, before it's mysterious chaotic disappearance. All he could remember now was his sunset, and his desperate hope to see it one more