Creative Writing: Genocide

Exiting onto the unpleasant frigid city walkways of Oslo, Norway in the early winter morning of the Walk. The wind was blowing over the rough scene of the rural city. He is pacing down the bustling roads and pondering which foot will come next. "Left, Right, Left, Right, Right, Left. No, no, that can't be correct." He murmured under his chilling breath. He slipped on the newly solidified walkways, he stood up and glanced around, feeling humiliated… he saw nobody, heard nothing, it was as peaceful as a dull summer night on a ranch. "That is entirely odd… what transpired the general population and autos? There were a huge number of individuals around me… " He shouted. "Perhaps on the off chance that I backtrack my means, gee, no, that won't work,
Tobias sat down and thought for a couple of minutes. He got to be fixated on the way that there was nobody else in the city, despite the fact that the robot said there was a migration of two million displaced people. "I should go investigate whatever is left of the city, there must be genuine individuals here. On the off chance that there is nobody, are there more robots?" Tobias shouted. He kept running down to his carport and got in his auto, Tobias opened the carport, it seemed like a noisy engine being pushed as far as possible prefer it was shouting for breath. Reluctantly, he drove all through the whole city but there was nobody. Unfilled high rises with finished workplaces, not any more flying autos, the railroad auto was no place in sight. "Perhaps it's one of those atomic testing urban communities from the fifties in America." he snickered. "Question it… " said Tobias. He chose to drive back to his home. Tobias turned on the radio in his auto to facilitate his confounded personality. The radio was making noisy crackling clamors and in the end, in the wake of tinkering with the radio a solitary voice came through, "Help… I require