Last Man (retitled)

very, very short story written for "The great 69" contest (69 words)

The last man on earth hid behind a locked door. Trembling, he huddled amidst the lonesome shadows. He watched as whispers of breath floated in tendrils before him, disappearing into the frosted air. He glanced at the door, at the locks. He stumbled across the room and checked them once again before returning to the corner to watch his breath. Slowly the knob began to turn -- from the outside.