It didn't matter if the statement was correct or not. To her, she was the last human on Earth. She didn't doubt the existence of more- after all, the entire world is humongous. It had originally held over a billion people.  There was no possible way, in her mind, that she could have outlived them all. But here she was, alone, walking along a dried out, red-mudded path.

Everything around her was dried out and red. What she assumed was once a great, resourceful land, had now slopped down into unusable clay. If she could get some water she could probably figure out a way to use some of it. But water was valuable- she didn't want to waste it on a theory.

She still remembered her name, though she often wondered why she had. There was nobody to talk to but herself, of which she did quite frequently. She was always scorning herself or singing out loud. She could be as loud as she wanted, nobody could hear her.

"April, you better not have gotten yourself lost." She complained, stepping over a large dead tree and skittering a broken branch along the ground. She could have used it had it not been long since decayed, it's 'marrow' dried out and hallowed. She didn't remember that tree when she had walked this way this morning, but then again, she might not have been paying attention.

"You can't get lost if there's nowhere to go!" She suddenly sang out, as loud as she possibly could, and even wrapped her arms around her stomach and doubled over as if trying to squeeze every last bit of noise out of her in those simple words. She at least needed to entertain herself somehow, lest she go insane. Though, she sometimes pondered in amusement, that perhaps that had already happened a few years back.

A loud call rose up into the sky, and she froze. She didn't immediately recognize the sound, and that worried her. Ever since she discovered that herd of mutated wild boar, she had been wary and overly afraid of any other new creatures that had developed since the world's passing. She had already survived through so much- she didn't want her downfall to come so rapidly.

As she slowly lifted her head, she soon came to realize that the call had come from something so much smaller than a mutated wild boar, or any other particularly nasty creature. It was the call of a flying scavenger bird, having found something edible to eat. Furrowing her brows, she swiftly pulled out her gun and approached, watching as more of them seemed to swoop down in a circle from the sky. What could they have possibly found out here where nothing resided?

April approached cautiously, waving her weapon about in her hand as she side-stepped along the group. If it was nothing good, she would leave them alone. But perhaps it would be a poor scavenger dog having found nothing to eat and collapsed. If so, she could just take it, and become herself the scavenger of this clay filled desert. As she peered over, she couldn't tell exactly what it was at first, and feeling brave, pushed a bird over with her foot and ignored it's angry snapping and hissing as she tried to get a better look. That was another thing that had changed. She didn't ever remember vultures being aggressive and defensive. But then again, she mostly saw them portrayed in movies.

Having successfully removed part of the obstruction, she leaned over and nearly had a heart attack at what she saw.

It was a human. An actual human.

Stepping back as if bitten, she watched a bird nip at the person's clothing and felt some sort of feeling overwhelm her. Holding up her gun, she shot at the bird and went to shoot another, stopping only when she realized the noise had scared them all away. Just because they had gotten a bit more defensive didn't mean they couldn't be frightened. Stuffing her gun in it's holster, she moved over to the body and fell to her knees, one hand flying to it's neck and her head settling itself over it's chest.

The heartbeat fluttered faintly underneath her fingers. There was the tiniest rise and fall of breath. It was alive- for now. She sat up and looked upon it's face, letting her fingers brush along it's cheek.

It was a boy. She could tell by how flat his chest was, and his facial features. Though it had been so very long since she had seen any other people, she still remembered what a boy looked like. His face was dirty and scratched up, and seemed almost tan though she could tell he was a lot paler than she. His dark hair was tangled and matted, and swept along his forehead in curled clumps. His clothing was torn and dirty, and looked like it had once been a comfortable and protective garment. Now, it was useless. His pants were very much in the same shape, and he seemed to be wearing only one shoe. His was unnaturally thin, and she knew he wouldn't last much longer if he was left out here.

Sliding her arm underneath his neck and supporting his head, the other moving underneath his legs, she lifted him up and looked around a bit to get her bearings. She could see the soft, temporary footprints she had left upon getting here, but as she turned around she saw the ones the boy had left. He had come from the east, whereas she had come from the south. As she started to backtrack, she realized why she hadn't recognized that dead tree as a landmark on her way out in search of food. She had been traveling south, not southeast. But perhaps it was good she hadn't been paying attention- she wouldn't have found this human.

"Please don't die." She whispered into his ear, moving as quickly as she could back towards her own little campsite. But then she said nothing else, only concentrated on getting back home.

Her campsite was more of an abandoned old house in the middle of nowhere. She had liked to pretend that all that surrounded her had once been a secret military base, and the little decrepit house was used for testing weapons. It didn't make much sense, seeing as the house was still standing, but she still liked to think it. She had set him down and removed his clothing, using what first aid she knew to disinfect and wrap whatever wounds he had. Long ago she had found a medical kit in an old abandoned town, and had taken it with her during her travels. She was still grateful she did, because though she rarely needed to use it, it had saved her life more than once.

After having done everything she could have thought to do -hydrate him, clean his wounds, place him somewhere comfortable- she started up a fire to keep the both of them warm, the sun having long ago set. All she could do was wait, but she was worried.

"I know I don't know you, and you don't know me, but... Please... can you hang on and not die?" She started, chewing slowly on a piece of dried meat she kept in her pack. "I've been... I've been so lonely. For years. I've had nobody to talk to. Nobody can hear me, nobody sees me. I wouldn't even mind... if someone heard me sing." She hadn't realized tears had started to form in her eyes, and she found her gaze upon his sleeping face. "So... I bet... you've been lonely too. We could keep each other company... just... please don't die."

April stayed awake as long as she could, but long after the fire had been out, she couldn't keep her eyes open any longer and wound up settling herself next to the boy she had found. A blanket was shared between them, and she wound up wrapping her hands around an uninjured part of his arm. It felt odd, to touch someone.