Sam walked out the streets and surveyed everything around them. The apocalypse left the city destroyed, the city he once called home. Now, he didn't know who was still around or if he was the only one that was spared.

He walked for days, hardly sleeping at night. He didn't know what was around, especially the ones who were behind the end of the world. The news made it out to be an act of nature, but Sam knew it was much more than that. There was a group of people that were behind this, and he had to find them, wherever they were.

Sam had lost count how many days he'd been out on the street, but each city he walked through and didn't find any sign of life, he was losing hope.

'Am I the only person alive?' He wondered. He was sure he would've found someone else by now, but every street was hit by chaos. He wanted to give up, but knew that wasn't even a question. He was determined to find a new civilization that he could join and start his new life.

Days turns into weeks and Sam was growing tired. There wasn't enough food for him to survive on and if he didn't find any soon, he was going to perish.

One day, Sam found a building that didn't look too damaged from the apocalypse. He didn't know where it would lead him, but all he wanted to do was sit down and rest. Leaning against the wall, he sat down and closed his eyes. Never in a million years did he imagine ever giving up on anything, but he was too tired to care anymore. If this was supposed to be the end for it, then so be it.

It wasn't long that Sam fell asleep. He didn't know how long he'd been asleep for until he heard noise waking him up.

'What is that?" He opened eyes and stood up. Across the way from the building he was at, he saw a light on in the window. 'This is weird. How is there electricity? All power lines in the world had been cut.'

He didn't know who or what was in the building, but he was always up for a challenge. He was cautious as he headed inside the building.

"Hey! We have a new one!" A man in his late 50's greeted Sam at the door. "I'm Dwight. Please, come in."

Sam was hesitant to go in at first, not knowing what to expect. "Um..I'm sorry. I don't mean to barge in. I've been traveling from Cincinnati, Ohio when I found this place. Can you tell me where I am?"

"Wow, you've walked all the way from Ohio?" Dwight couldn't believe it. "Well, you wouldn't be the first that's come from across the country. You're in California, or what's left of the state. A bunch of us found each other and decided to find a building that wasn't completely destroyed to start a new life. Please, come in and make yourself at home."

Same didn't know what came over him, but he felt a sense of ease and comfort after speaking to Dwight. He stepped inside the main room of the building and couldn't believe his eyes. There were hundreds of people here, all who survived the apocalypse. He wasn't alone as he thought when he woke up that morning over a month ago. After searching so long for a new society, one that he could belong to, he finally found his new home. He was glad he never gave up the search.