Personal Narrative: Who Was The Only Survivor?

It had been six years since the accident had happened. The sky filled with dark gray clouds. After searching for anyone I could, I had come to the conclusion that I was the only survivor. I was not alone but what was on this planet was not humans. Seeing the faces of my friends but knowing it wasn’t them inside was the hardest pain to cope with. As the lonely days went by, survival was no longer a way of life, it was the way to live. From time to time I have flashbacks of what life was like before the accident. The final glimpse of my family was before I fell into a coma. The mysterious feeling I had when I woke up realizing that no one was in the room. No sign of a doctor. No sign of family. Also, the silence of the hospital made me feel