Truth Part I

This is a story I wrote called truth because its too long but interesting it should keep you interested. its in order by part 1,2,and 3.

Who am I? I have no name, not any more. I have no use for names when there's no one left, no one alive to call me by name. Only one left, only me, until the end of time. Why am I the only one here, the only one left? I know not why everyone is gone or even why I still remain here alive. Ten-thousand years later after it happened and still no one, only me.

What is it that happened? I'm not really sure; all I know is that I was walking through the cave where my friend and I went to talk alone. My friend never really gave me a name but it seemed to me like I knew him as well as I knew myself. I always found this strange, but I paid it no mind. He always seemed to come from nowhere, one minute he would be there and the next gone, as if he vanished into thin air.

My friend played no part in what happened, but he did affect me after it happened. I know I said I was the only one left and I meant that. I know this doesn't make sense, but it will. More to the point what happened was the beginning of the end. It was the beginning of beginnings.