I can still feel my sins howling over my shoulder. The things I've done in order survive never left my memories. I was too scared that i will have to pay for the crimes i made against the beast and even my comrades. Maybe, being the last one left is punishment for what i did or maybe i still have hell to pay.

I always wondered what my parents would think if they were still alive; Their little boy forced to fight a losing war, witnessing countless kids perish in the frontlines. they would probably be proud of me for defending the last citadel, maybe they would scowl at me for turning tail from it all. In the end, it doesn't matter anyway anymore.i have already forgotten what they looked like to begin with. My memory before the collapse isn't doing me any favors.

It's been four years since it all ended. Four years of running with no destination, no purpose. My home no longer mine, my old life buried under millions of the dead and all i have left is a picture of me as a child and the will to survive. I apologize for not having any manners.

Let me introduce myself, my name is dex. Before the final assault, i was drafted into the 234th youth reserved within the last human controlled Citadel. As far as i can tell, i am the last human left alive. I'm currently staying in a hospital with armed beastmen guards and nurses checking in on me every second of the day. Sometimes, the doctor will come pay me a visit to have a little chat. She was always the optimistic type, “there's no reason to lose hope just yet", she says with that toothy grin of hers. We call them beastmen,  mixture of both man and beast to form a walking, talking animal. They lived alongside us for the past thousands of years but were always a step behind us when it came to technology until now.

While we had fortresses of stone and metal in the past, they still lived in worn down huts and caves. The gap between us was pathetic, they were nothing more than savages humans. Primitive creatures that had the strength and speed but not the smarts. Boy i was wrong, all of us were wrong and now they celebrate their victory on the foundation of our once magnificent cities.

I was proud to be human, proud that my ancestors were the ones who helped forged and protect everything i held dear to me. That pride still lingers in my heart, i want to let go of it but im just not able do a seemingly simple task. I will do everyone who fallen a disservice if i just forget who i am and where i came from. Pride is all i have left.

Dammit, i feel so alone right now, i can no longer call this world my own. All there is left is death. I want to join my family. I want to join my people and yet, i am terrified. After everything i been through, i don't want to die. I can still hear them, those who i once fought alongside with, those who suffered with me and even those i have killed. They call out to me and it's tearing me apart!

In a few days, i will be put on trial for war crimes and also multiple counts of homicide. The doc told me that i will have a few visitors coming to give me a interview which will be broadcast to the world. I could tell that she was worried, always reminding me to say much so i won't get the death penalty but i have no intention of staying silent. Everyone must know, they have to know what i did to get to this point. I have too many regrets to count, i need this for my sake.

I wish i could step out and look at the night sky right now. Being able to see the billions of stars staring back down on you always fills me with joy. It's funny to be honest, of all of people left alive to show me how beautiful our world is was that…..kid and his gang of bloodfueled Psychopaths. I hope i never see him again in this life and the next.

It's time to get some rest, tomorrow is gonna be a long day.