My name is Kurosaki Ichigo, I was born on 15th of July and I think I might be 21 years old, but I don't know if I am. Time doesn't mean anything any more, I don't know what day of the week it is or month of the year. I live in my house the 'Kurosaki Clinic' right now, although I have moved around a lot these past years, I always come back here. I feel that I have to write down all that has happened to me before I finally lose my mind. Its been too long since I actually spoke to another living sole, I don't know that I ever will again. They all left, just disappeared one day and I found my self all alone and the only thing to keep me going is my imagination... although I could not tell you if it keeps me going or I have actually become madder than I thought.

My best friends these days are a sledge hammer and a set of bolt cutters.

Wait, there was a noise... I think someone's back home... "Hello is that you?" There is no sound in the house as usual, just my imagination at full throttle. I stumble through the empty hallway, ignorant at the state this place has fallen into these past five years. Beneath my feet the dust sits inches thick, the debris of empty food cans and rotting packets kick away from my feet as I wade through it. I stand at the front door opening it wide and smile into the vacant air. "You're home, that took a while didn't it." I reach out for a hold that always comes and a soft kiss to my lips. Their kisses were always so sweet and loving.

Holding a hand I think is clasped in mine, I take us into the lounge and smile warmly at the pile of unopened food cans sitting on the dining table. "I got us some food while you were out. Are you hungry? Stupid question, you're always hungry." I shake my head laughing and sit to look at the selection of food. "So what do you want? I've got three tins of pineapple, a couple tins of bean sprouts and Oh I know you love this, lets have this one." I pick up a tin of picked spring vegetables and use a can opener. Ignoring the bowls covered in rotting food in the sink, I grab two forks and use one to start to eat looking forlornly at the food I have left.

I know I have to leave the house again, I have to find more food, but I hate that idea. Every time I have to leave, reality comes crashing back again and I'm faced with the corpses and flesh eating mammals that are thriving with the glut of meat they've had these years.

At least they didn't get them. At least I managed to save them... My eyes pass out the window to the garden and I see the three mounds of earth where my family now rest.

Tears well instantly and I let the can drop to the floor, half it contents spill out and pool into a puddle inside a discarded heap of yellowed newspapers. My hands crash through the glass as I run through the closed glass doors and drop onto the largest of the graves. My sobs are loud and unhindered. There is no one left to hide them from.

There is no one left at all... Just me. Last resident in the whole of Japan and for all I know the world.

So continue yes or no? Do you want to know what happened to everyone and how Ichigo escaped it? Who is the mystery person he kisses – vote in your reviews and I'll go with the one most requested.

Disclaimers - see my bio.

Warnings - Not entirely sure yet

Rating - Due to story type, put as M to be safe.