Last One at the Party

by Bethany Clift

They named the virus 6DM and it began, not in China or some tiny African village, but almost exactly in the middle of the USA.

Already questionable.

The US government instigated Martial Law, closed their airports and banned international travel in or out of the country on November 2nd – less than two weeks after the first reported case.

Ah, maybe this should have been set in a country you know more about? That's far too quick for even right after covid.

government on the 23rd, exactly one month after the first reported case of 6DM.

The federal government overall would have collapsed but the way the fucking governmental tree works there would still have been something until the last person was absolutely dead. i'm already annoyed here BUT ITS OKAY I can forgive her because is is a foreigner.

There have been no verifiable reports from America since then.

Absolutely not. This would only have happened if there was literally no people. The fact that america has more population there would be no way this happened between preppers and such there is still archaic technology that would have allowed people to surivive. Including the written fucking word that teaches you how to build your own shit.

By the time America was burning itself to the ground the UK government was taking 6DM incredibly fucking seriously.

Oh, okay, so is this book entirely about shitting on America or is this just something the author is doing for jubilee? The queens jubilee maybe? oh wait no it's the king's jubilee now... this is probably what killed the queen and not old age

Have you ever heard of Canada’s army? Neither have the Canadians.

She is just shredding every single country except the UK.

For us, the UK, things were different. We were almost specifically designed to survive this thing. Small, containable, manageable population, good infrastructure, good history in manufacturing and food production, strong armed forces, good healthcare. And, since the debacle of Brexit, fewer ‘friends’ to have to care about.

Can I insert the largest eyeroll?

There was little to no protest or complaint. No one cared about freedom and foreign nationals when there was a very real chance they might have to watch their five-year-old die in agony.

And that's why y'all did not win in the American Revolution.

government-approved factual and news programming combined with endless nature programmes

Sounds like UK has a NAZI regime back up plan???

They were my parents, they would always just be my parents, not corpses, not dead people.

Yet ... James?

Finally, I stood outside the front gates of Buckingham Palace and yelled and screamed and waved my arms and beeped the car horn and played the radio as loud as it would go and generally made the biggest scene I could.

I would have scaled it and gone in. The supplies alone. Hell, I would have fucking lived there. You could live there for ages and not run into someone else living there for christ sakes.

curtain.

let the fucking cat out. you god damn monster.

my body was very strongly telling me that I was.

already?????

I didn’t want him. I wasn’t here to start an animal shelter. I knew then that my Good Samaritan work was over; this, like most things in my new world, was just too upsetting.

You're a fucking selfish cunt.

Then, despite my previous protestations, I went back and got the golden retriever. I don’t know why, maybe it was because he had made me smile. Maybe it was because I was so painfully lonely.

HOW ABOUT STOP TALKING ABOUT ANIMALS OR START A FUCKING SHELTER LIKE A DECENT HUMAN BEING.

I carried the bag of bones that was the dog

NOT OKAY. ABSOLUTELY UNNECESSARY.

I left him.

I literally hate you at every turn.

I’m selfish, not a total monster.

I'm actually wondering a lot about you and the author at this point. I would argue at every turn you've been a bit of a monster

There were frozen burgers, baps and chips in McDonald’s, and my mouth watered at the thought of them, but I had no idea how to work the cooking equipment so would most likely have burnt the place down trying to make my feast.

YOU HAVE ALL THE FUCKING TIME IN THE WORLD AND CAN READ FUCKING ENGLISH. FIND A GOD DAMN MANUAL YOU STUPID FUCKING CUNT.

I never danced with James again. Not even on our wedding day.

This doesn't sound like a remotely healthy relationship at all. But, hey, the main character is not even remotely a redeemable human being. So, I would say all and all they were two assholes who deserved each other.

The more I thought about it the angrier I got.

So you're okay with letting animals who have NO options to help themselves starve to death but you're angry because of this? you're a fucking twat waffle piece of shit. honestly, i wish you'd have died and then we wouldn't have had this garbage story. i really wish i hadn't fucking bought it and a library would have carried it. hell they carry shittier books but maybe it was the lord's way of saying that I shouldn't read this fucking book. But no I still went ahead with it and now I have this god damn piece of shit character to contend with. You're a fucking worthless piece of shit.

Lucky was whining and shaking and I don’t think he liked me very much at that point, but, for the first time in a very long while, I found I didn’t particularly care what someone else thought of me.

Of course you didn't because you are a piece of shit towards animals. You are an irredeemable human being to me who should die because of how terrible you are.

He looked at me reproachfully as I ate, and then wandered off in a huff.

SERIOUSLY THE DOG IS FUCKING SKIN AND BONES. GOD YOU ARE SUCH A PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT.

I backed away slowly and tried to ignore the noisy crunching.

MAYBE YOU SHOULD FUCKING FEED THE DOG.