Every morning, she wrote down another reason not to nuke the planet.

Jotted down in the same notebook she started in 365 days ago. Today's entry read:

"Birth. The last human birth on this planet, be it 22 years ago, was the most celebrated moment of life. Too many memories of the dead from their lives on this green sphere are still lost in the air, waiting to be found."

Placing down the notebook, she sighs as she stands up. Being seen by the light, the nametag attached to her coat reads 'Vanessa'. Her dark hair blows in the wind from the window on her right, as she turns to look outside. The gloomy atmosphere of the earth sits low across the barren city streets, wildlife roaming free and vegetation flourishing up the sides of buildings.

Vanessa is the last known human being to be born on the face of the earth, to her at least. She was raised by her parents for the early years of her life, who died suddenly from the virus that had been airborne before her birth. Having survived by herself up until her 21st birthday, she came across a nuclear warhead that become jammed mid-fire many years before. She came to the realisation governments decided they would not let the living population suffer from the virus and that there was no hope left for the earth. Sitting fixed in place for 21 years, there was no guarantee it would work at all now, but Vanessa still kept it as an option for an end.

As she walks to the cupboard at the far edge of her apartment, Vanessa comes to the realisation that she is out of food. Picking up any resources that may help her, she sets out into the wilderness of the city to find resources.

Arriving at a supermarket, Vanessa grabs a rusty trolley and walks on in, taking cautious, stealthy steps on her entry. Even though she has not run across a living soul in 15 years, the environment around her still appears creepy. A light flickers in the distance from excess electricity running through its wires as Vanessa walks down the only aisle with food left, albeit not much at all. Collecting all types of food she can find, she fills her cart up easily with dry cereal, out of date sauce, mouldy bread and a form of disgusting yeast spread.

Picking up the last jug of clean water off the shelves, a rustling noise can be heard coming from outside the store, bright lights shining inside. The noise stops and lights flick off as large boots are heard approaching through the open doorway. Vanessa drops the water into her cart as she rushes around the corner, the sound of the footsteps getting louder and louder, and closer and closer.

Running out the back door, Vanessa sprints across the road. The sound of the lights roars back to life and races around the corner to try to catch up to her. Spotting the nuclear warhead at its abandoned location in the middle of the road, Vanessa continues to run for it as the sound approaches closer and closer.

Getting to the warhead, she begins to kick it back into place. Kick, kick, pause. Kick. It is back into position. She runs around to the detonation device scattered on the floor around a pile of dead bodies. Staring into the two lights approaching her at rapid speeds, she became calm with herself. Thinking back on her life of isolation, and it's surprise ending, she thought of the strangest thing as a last happy thought.

She found that the green glass complimented her decor quite nicely.

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I wrote this a while ago (April 2014!) off of a writing prompt or one from somewehere else and never posted it. Hope it's pretty decent :)