Surrounded by the stares of zombies, vampires, bio-engineered monsters, stitched-together beasts, dark elves, demons, and all sorts of other monsters, Ah Huan sat on a bar stool, adjusted his glasses, and set the copy of One Hundred Years of Solitude in his hands on the table.
"The years haven't passed us by, but summer is already over. This summer is almost gone, too."
Watching the sunset redden the sky, Ah Huan muttered to himself, then accepted a cup of oolong tea from a banshee.
"Thank you."
As the banshee looked at him expectantly, Ah Huan held out one finger. She immediately stuck out her little tongue, then closed her eyes and licked it with satisfaction.
"This apocalypse really is unbearably boring..."
Ah Huan held his teacup, narrowed his eyes, and sighed.
In short, it's the everyday life of the last human on Earth.
