LAST MAN

The room is dimly lit by a flickering candle on a dusty table. Cracks run through the walls, and old furniture is covered with cobwebs. The room is eerily quiet.

In the corner of the room, we see JOHN (late 30s, disheveled, terrified), the last man, huddled in fear.

SFX: Distant howling wind.

John clutches a flashlight tightly, his knuckles white with fear. He scans the room nervously.

JOHN
(whispering to himself)
I can't be the last one... I can't be...

Suddenly, the candle goes out, plunging the room into complete darkness.

SFX: Heartbeat pounding.

John fumbles for the flashlight, his hands shaking. He clicks it on, revealing the room once again.

As the beam of light scans the room, something moves in the shadows. A faint GROWL echoes through the room.

JOHN
(panicking)
Who's there? Show yourself!

The flashlight trembles in John's hand as he slowly turns to face the source of the sound. There, in the corner, he sees a grotesque FIGURE (tall, disfigured, wearing tattered clothes), lurking in the darkness.

SFX: Heavy, labored breathing.

John's breathing becomes more rapid as fear courses through him.

JOHN
(voice quivering)
Stay back! I'm armed!

The figure takes a step closer, revealing its twisted face in the flickering light. It's a horrifying sight.

FIGURE
(whispering, raspy voice)
The last... of the living.

John stumbles backward, his mind racing. He fumbles for a makeshift weapon nearby, a broken chair leg.

JOHN
(defiantly)
I won't go down without a fight!

He lunges at the figure with the chair leg, but as he strikes, the figure disappears into thin air.

The room is silent once again, and John is left standing alone, panting heavily. He slowly realizes the truth.

JOHN
(whispering to himself)
I'm truly the last man...

The room seems to close in on John, and he's left with a haunting sense of isolation.