"e;The day shall come when all will whisper to me of their absence... and with cause, for I am the last man on Earth."e;Wind rattles down empty streets, dust gathers where people used to. The world has ended. The world as we know it, at least. The insects came. They won.Picking through the rubble are the last remnants of what was once a master race... Some humans are still alive. A few. Not many, and to call what they do "e;living"e; is being generous. Thrown together by circumstances beyond their control, they have to make the best of what is left to them. They have to survive...