When the world fell apart in big chunks around her, big dense earthy chunks, all she could do was hang onto whatever miniscule pieces she could dig her nails into. She found herself walking home one night, the cool autumn raining down everywhere. A slight gust of wind and leaves would fall like big raindrops. The odd car would drive by, leaves falling in front of the hot headlight bath like tiny papery silhouettes. Sometimes when she walked around at night, she felt comforted by how alone she really was, how nobody was wandering aimlessly but herself, how that is how the world would be if she was the only person alive on the whole entire planet. When the world fell apart in big chunks around her she survived, but everyone else died.