I feel as though time itself has finally halted completely, there is no distinction between moments anymore, this planet, and everything on it, ceases to have meaning or any understandable quality to it. Everything that mankind had achieved, its history, its constructs and its intricately woven beliefs have now dissolved into the haze of radiation. I think, or so I believe as far as I can tell, that I am one of, or possibly the last person alive on this Earth. I am, the Dûm Walker.

I have survived this long by taking refuge underground in a vast network of bunkers, my once plentiful supply of food and water has disappeared over the four years I have been hiding and the ever increasing temperature of the sun has now begun to cook me alive, and so I ventured forth to the surface. I have been alone for over two years now, and my venture across this barren surface has yielded no better results. The radiation fog is thick and noxious, one couldn’t survive for more than a few hours without protection. Radiation induced lightening is common now, followed perpetually by the soundtrack of haunting and seemingly distant fizzling thunder, I am sure many have been struck dead by this monster lurking in the haze.
Returning to my home village, I found little that I recognised and even less comfort therein. Everything I knew and loved about this world is gone, sometimes when the radiation clears, I am not welcomed by a blue sky as it once was, but instead a sky of harsh red sun that has continued to cook the planet for years now. Even the sky itself has turned red, it is as if the planet has been reclaimed by those from beneath, in the red realm some call hell.

I am sure the planet has stopped spinning completely now, even before the event, we knew something was very wrong with Earth as its rotation was decelerating at an alarming rate. There is no day or night cycle anymore, the nightmare sun simply stays stationary in the sky, perpetually cooking the land below. We knew something was very wrong with the sun also, for it began exhibiting behaviours that were more akin to a red giant. Our sun began radiating punishing levels of heat and radiation that began stripping away the Earths atmosphere, the transformation had begun.

As for now though, my journey has led me nowhere better than where I have journeyed from. In these levels of heat and radiation, I doubt very much the greater masses of humanity have survived because they do not understand what is happening. Our planet has stopped spinning, it is dead, the sun is undergoing its death phase and will likely soon consume our planet. Everyday it grows hotter here, fires were obviously common place in a world whose surface was awash with combustible materials. But such things have obviously been consumed long ago in these kind of temperatures. Trees, buildings or any kind of recognisable constructs have been picked clean by the conditions and remain as little more than dusty heaps.

My food has gone, my water but a memory, and I feel a terrible difficulty in breathing. This could be either one of two things, either my lungs have been slowly destroyed by the noxious air, or the oxygen level itself has become dangerously low as the last of it burns away in the heat of the fiery atmosphere above. I have searched for months on these morbid plains, not another souls exists on this world.

But there is not much time for me now, I will die soon. So these are my final words, written by the last person on Earth, the Dûm Walker.