The Last Man Alive

This is a dark tale. The streets were littered with trash cans. Somewhere there was karaoke. Here was an old woman, here was a fox. It was murder. It was the murder of the century. He corrected himself, "You've got to smile." The bus passed and he wanted to get on it. Same old story. The yellow is out and the fog is literally rolling in and everyone is taking pictures. "I could do this all day." It was a snarl, and then it was gone.