*TRIGGERING STORY: deals with being alone, leading to attempted suicide. Mentions of starving yourself. War, murder, death of family, bombs. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THESE THINGS WILL TRIGGER YOU! I want you all to be safe, so read with caution!*

Tuesday, 13th of August, Year of XXXX
The Invasion has now turned to war. Who knows how long it will last.
I'm so scared. I have never seen so many dead bodies in my life. They litter the street like trash. Human and those...things, all piled on top of each other, shoved out of the road. It's revolting and I hardly leave the bunker anymore. I refuse to. Sara calls me lazy and a coward, but I just can't stand the sight of it. Or the smell.
Her, mom, and dad can look for food and supplies, but I won't leave unless I have to.

Saturday, 24th of August, Year of XXXX
Today is my birthday. I am now 15 years old. Nice, right?
They all brought back gifts for me. Not the kind of gifts I normally get on birthdays, but I'm fine with it. It's not like I have a choice. The gifts? Oh yeah. Well from dad, I got slightly used boots and a newish backpack. I bet he ransacked an abandoned house for these. So that's nice of him.
Mom actually gave me her locket. It's been in her family since somewhere in the 1800s. Sara complained, but then she got mom's ring. So I think she's okay now. Even though she's 3 years older than me, she acts like a bratty younger sister. Speaking of the bratty sister, you'll never guess what she got me. A box. Just a plain old box. It probably fits about two people, and takes up way too much space in the bunker. I asked her why in the world she got me a box, and she handed me a book. She said she thought I was into this kind of stuff.
So, I read the thing. It turns out the box has an interesting legend behind it. Basically, the box was made by a magician guy. He enchanted the box so that he could survive in it without needing food, water, sleep, or even to go to the bathroom. It's a pretty interesting story, so I put it to the test. I told everyone not to bother me for a day or so. I took my books into the box and now I'm writing in this journal. I don't know what time it is, because my watch stopped working when I got in the box, but I feel fine. I guess I'll see if it works in a day or so. Or whenever I get hungry. Now I'm going to try to study one of my survival books. I'm in a war now. I have to be prepared.

Monday, 26th of August, Year of XXXX
It worked! It really worked! My mom opened the box, and when I crawled out, they said it had been about two days! That is so amazing! That box is amazing! My sister is amazing! I had to hug her and thank her when I heard the news. Seems like she did know what to get me.
I'm so happy right now. I don't think anything can bring me down. Not even the rotting corpses above us.

Wednesday, 28th of August, Year of XXXX
They all went out yesterday to get more supplies. They haven't gotten back yet. I'm starting to get a bit worried. Do you think something happened to them? No. They're fine. Of course they are. Maybe they just had to go farther to find the good stuff. But still, I'm going to go out tomorrow and see if I can spot them nearby. It'll be the first time I've left the bunker in a long time, but I'm really starting to get worried...

Thursday, 29th of August, Year of XXXX
They're GONE!!! They're DEAD!!!!! They died right outside!!!
They must have been on their way back when they got attacked. They put up such a fight. I could tell. They made sure that those soulless creatures didn't find me by leading them in the opposite direction.
I can't stop crying. I should have been with them. I should have fought with them. I should have DIED with them! I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry! If only I wasn't such a coward...
I want them back. I miss them so much...

Friday, 30th of August, Year of XXXX
I don't know what happened last night, but now there are explosions going off.
It's so early in the morning. My watch says 3:35, and I'm terrified. It's not like I was sleeping, though. I'm still crying every time I think of my family. Oh God... Mom... Dad... Sara...
The ground is shaking. I don't know how long the bunker will hold up. Maybe I should leave here. Maybe I should go out and fight. I should stop being so weak. But I can't. I can't stop shaking. I can't help but flinch every time an explosion shakes the bunker. Dust and pebbles rain down on me. I just want it to STOP!

Sunday, 1st of September, Year of XXXX
I just remembered. That box. It can withstand anything. The magician lived in it for centuries. Maybe I should do the same. Or at least until this blasted war ends. Whoever wins. I'm sure someone will open the box if they find it in the wreckage...
That's it. I'm going into that box. I can't take it out here anymore.

????day, ??? of ????????, Year of XXXX?
I don't know what day it is exactly. But I'm hoping it's been a few. I've just been sitting here.
A lot of crying, if I'm being honest.
I guess some good news is that I finished one of my survivalist books. There are a few interesting tricks in there. Like, I learned how to build a shelter, and find water, and erase any traces of my campsite. I haven't actually tried any of those, but I'm sure they'll come in handy. I have a few other books to read, so I think I'll be okay for a while longer. I also have a sort of illegal book of possibly illegal things. But it really is cool! And helpful! It teaches me how to hot wire a car, or wield a gun. Though I have no intention of using these things. But it's something to do. Besides, I'm in a war, learning how to use a gun is kind of mandatory.
You know what else? This box is pretty comfy. I've got my books and me and you and some other stuff in here and still enough room to stretch out. Like, it's nice, you know? From the outside it doesn't look that big or comfortable, but it really surprises you.
Anyway, I guess I'll write to you again soon. Hopefully when it's safe to come out of this box...

????day, ??? of ????????, Year of XXXX?
I'm bored!!! I have memorized every single book I own. I'm serious. This is my last resort. I don't know what I'm going to do next. That magician was smart, but you think he could have put in a never ending supply of entertainment, right? I mean, what did he do for centuries? Knitting?!
Anyway, if I don't figure out something to do soon, I think I might have to leave the box. I just hope the bombing stopped...

????day, ??? of ????????, Year of XXXX?
I still don't know what day it is... I left the box... Everything is gone. Everything. I crawled out into a pile of rubble.
The explosions must have destroyed the bunker, but the box didn't have a scratch.
I went looking around, scouting to see if there was any danger. I don't know what I planned on doing if I met anything dangerous, but I just kept walking, dragging that crazy box behind me. Sometimes throwing useful things into it.
I finally found a flickering holograph-watch, but it looked broken. It said the last date it was working was Friday, 25th of December, Year of XXXX. So it looks like I missed Christmas (Or a winter solstice holiday of your choice)... Not that a holiday would have mattered in a war...
I wondered if all of the people were hiding, so I started looking for them.
I couldn't find any. I looked all over town, but I couldn't find them. I thought maybe they evacuated, so I found an abandoned hover-bike, and I hooked my box to it. I started on my way to the next town over.
And the next town.
And the next one.
There was no one. I thought maybe the whole country was evacuated... So I kept looking.
It turns out, illegal books on how to hot-wire cars and break into buildings come in very handy.
I've travelled oceans; I've climbed mountains; I've searched the most remote places on Earth... Everywhere I've looked, it's abandoned. Maybe I'm missing something. Maybe there's an underground city for refugees somewhere... But I can't even find any stupid invaders!
I'm only 15!
I'm sick of living out of a box!
This can't be happening!
I don't want to be alone anymore!
Someone save me!
There has to be someone out there!
Please...?!
Anyone...

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You had searched and travelled around the world, and you were now in a village a few miles from a larger city. It had been ten years, but you had found nothing. No one. No living human being. In that moment, as you realized this, you broke down.
You collapsed to the ground and burst into tears. Your knees hit the dirt of the village road you were on. You put your head in your hands and sobbed into them, bending over until your head was an inch from the road. You couldn't stop the tears, even if you had wanted to. They flowed freely as a sense of complete and utter loneliness devoured you.
You stayed like that for a very long time, crying and sobbing in the street. It was worse then when your family had been murdered. The emptiness inside was so dark and overwhelming. Occasionally, a scream ripped from your throat, but there was no one around to hear it.
You were wasted and beat down.
All hope left you in the months that followed. All light faded from your eyes. Eventually you stopped trying to survive. You gave up. On everything.
One day, slowly wasting away wasn't enough. You climbed to the top of one of the tallest remaining buildings of your destroyed and overgrown Earth.
You stood on the ledge, letting the breeze blow your hair back. You looked out at the vast world stretching before you. It was so empty. Not a single human around. Perhaps that was a good thing. The Earth could rebuild itself now. Didn't they always talk about how humans were polluting the Earth? Now it was time to get rid of the last one. The last little pest that inhabited the world.
You closed your eyes and tears began to stream down your cheeks. As doubts started to creep in, you reminded yourself that there was nothing left. Literally, there was no one and nothing. No point in continuing life.
In that moment you turned around, leaned back, and fell. Someone might have said that loneliness had pushed you off that roof. But there was no one around to say anything anymore...

Doctor's POV: I was just walking around the TARDIS, wondering what I should do today, since I was completely bored and companion-less. I had sauntered into the control room, preparing to enter random coordinates and just go where the wind would take me, (to be more precise, the time vortex, but that part doesn't matter much) but the TARDIS seemed to have different plans. Before I could even reach the console, I was jerked off my feet and sent to the floor with a painful thud. The TARDIS took off, jumping and bumping through time and space. I scrambled to the console and pulled myself up. I glanced at the screen to see where we were heading, but it wouldn't show. I shouted in frustration at her, "What are you doing?!" I hit the console, trying to get her to calm down, but she was set on her course.
Finally she calmed and seemed to stop. I knew we hadn't landed, though. I moved closer to the doors, cautiously, intending on seeing where we were or what was happening. Before I could even get close enough, the doors snapped open.

Your POV: The wind rushed through your hair, and you found that it was drying your tears. You tried to scream, but the wind ripped it away. You stared as the clouds fell away from you, and you managed to say your last goodbye to the sky. Finally, you accepted your death, and prepared for the end.

Doctor's POV: Suddenly something crashed into me. It's force sent me flying to the other side of the room. I slammed against the wall, and all the breath from my lungs was forced out of me. It was a good thing too. Or else I would have let loose a string of Gallifreyan curses. But all I could manage was a grunt.
When I finally regained my breath, I looked down at what had flew into my TARDIS and hit me so hard. It was a girl. A human girl.

Your POV: Instead of the Earth you expected to hit, you slammed into something else. It was firm, but not as much as the ground. It was warmer too. In surprise, your eyes snapped open. You were, in fact, not on the ground. At least not the ground you knew. You were in a room, and you saw doors closing, on their own, across from you. Your first thought was: Where am I? Is this, like, the waiting room for Heaven? (Or afterlife, or nothing, depending on religion or lack thereof.)
You felt yourself standing and realized that it was a pair of arms helping you up. You immediately spun around to see what you had fallen on. Or rather, who you had fallen on.
You couldn't believe it. A man stood in front of you. A real, actual human was standing right there. You knew he had to be real. You had just body slammed him. You didn't notice that he was watching you curiously, trying to figure out where you had come from. The tears welled up in your eyes again and you darted forward. You threw your arms around him and hugged the stranger tightly, euphoric that you had found someone. He was hesitant, but eventually embraced you as well. You couldn't keep the tears in any longer and they spilled over. You were just so happy to feel another being's presence.
Finally, the man pulled back. He said, "Well, I'll take that as an apology for throwing me across my control room. But I have to ask, who exactly are you?" You tried to introduce yourself, but your voice wasn't working properly. It had been a few years since you've had to use it. The man tilted his head and said, "Perhaps we should get some water into you first. You look a bit shaken up." After another once over, he added, "And some food. And rest. How about we just talk about it tomorrow? Is that alright?" You just nodded as he began to lead you through the many halls.

Your body woke up to what you presumed was the next day. You couldn't really tell. There were no windows in the room that the man had let you stay in.
Last night, you had stayed up and practiced using your voice again. Now you thought you would be able to tell the man your name, and what you had gone through, and ask if he had been through the same.

You finally found the 'control room', as the man had called it, after many twists and turns. You didn't know how you could have missed a place like this while you were searching for life. It seemed larger than any building on Earth. And you had visited a lot of them.
When you walked down the stairs to the control room, the man was standing there, waiting for you.
"Hello. I'm the Doctor. Just the Doctor. Not Doctor who. Though a lot of people ask that. It is fun, but I don't think that's the point right now. Can you tell me your name?"
You stared in a daze for a moment, trying to take in everything the man said, then shook out of it. You stuttered uncetainly, "I-I'm Y-Y/N."
The Doctor smiled kindly, and you felt yourself relax slightly. "Well, Y/N tell me your story. What happened to you?"
You took a deep breath and told the man all that had happened to you since your birthday ten years ago. You told him about the aliens invading, the war, your family... You told him about the bombs and your box that saved you. Then the long journey spent looking for other people. It was a long story, and when you finished, you asked, "So what happened to you? How long have you been alone?" The question froze him for a moment. He seemed to space out and his eyes went a bit glassy. Feeling awkward, you continued, "Have you found other humans, besides me? We're not the only humans left on Earth, right?" Finally he seemed to shake out of his daze, almost surprised, "What? Oh no! No I'm not–Well, I'm not human. I have two hearts."
Your eyes widened in shock and you took a step back. The Doctor quickly assured you, "No no! I'm not going to hurt you! You can trust me, I'm the Doctor. I only want to help you."
You were still tense, so the man asked, "Y/N, what year did you say it was, exactly? When you went outside again?" He rushed over to his controls and spun a screen toward himself, then he looked to you expectantly.
Cautiously, you replied, "The year of XXXX? From what I could tell." Before you had even finished, the Doctor began typing in the date you gave him. Something dinged, and it drew you toward the screen.
"Aha! I knew that all sounded familiar!" You stepped back again with his outburst. He turned to you and said with a large grin on his face, "Oh Y/N! You're not the last human on Earth! Well, you are the last human on Earth, but not the last in existence. They didn't get wiped out, they left! All of the humans boarded their ships and sped into space. I can take you to them, if you'd like!" The Doctor beamed and waited for you to take it all in. Although you were still wary of being in the presence of an alien, your heart swelled at the possibility of seeing people again, even if they were total strangers. Finally, you looked at the man who had saved you from yourself and nodded at his offer.
"(Brilliant/Perfect/Fantastic)!" He spun around and started to pull levers and twist knobs. As he did, he absently said, "You know what's great about being an alien like me? You have a spaceship that can take people all the way back to their missing species in a faraway Galaxy!" You smiled slightly, and you knew he saw it because his smile grew wider too.
Finally, he stopped next to you. He placed his hand on the last control and said, "Alright, Y/N! Let's get you home!" Then he pulled on the lever.

After the wild ride in the alien's spaceship (a TARDIS he had called it), you stumbled outside. Outside being the inside of another spaceship, at least. Once you had steadied yourself, you stood up straight and looked around.
People were everywhere. Bustling about, pushing past, buying things from shops, chatting exactly as if it was a street on Earth. You were speechless as you took in the normalcy of it all. Yet you saw it as precious gold.
Suddenly, you realized you were crying as you lifted your hand to your face and felt the tear streaks. You turned around to see the Doctor smiling down at you from his spot in the TARDIS door way. Darting forward, you embraced him with all the strength you could muster, whispering over and over, "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." Surprised, the Doctor froze for a moment, but quickly regained his senses and hugged you back.
"You're absolutely welcome, Y/N. I was glad to help." He pulled back and held you at arms length, his face growing serious, "Now, are you going to be alright? No more jumping off of buildings? Promise me, will you?" You were amazed at how much a stranger seemed to care about you and your well being. You nodded slightly and replied quietly, "I promise."
"Oh come here!" The Doctor hugged you again, just as tightly as you had hugged him. "I'll come back and check on you sometime, yeah?"
"Okay."
"Good. Good."
You stepped back and smiled one last time at the Doctor. Before you walked away though, he called out to ask, "Y/N, what happened to that box you had?"
You turned back and furrowed your eyebrows. After thinking for a moment, you replied, "Um. Well, I think it's still back on Earth..." Then you nodded and added, "You know what was funny about that box? It was a lot more spacious inside than it looked. It was almost like it was...bigger on the inside...or something... I don't know." You chuckled to yourself, but when you looked up, the Doctor's eyebrows were raised in surprise. He seemed shocked and a bit puzzled by your words. For a moment, he was lost in thought. You simply stared at him questioningly, waiting for him to return to the here and now. Finally, he broke his own train of thought and smiled down at you.
"Well! It really was lovely to meet you Y/N! I'll see you again soon, alright?"
"Alright, yeah. It was amazing to meet you too." You smiled and gave a small wave. The Doctor returned it with a grin. Then he swooped back into his spaceship and the blue box dematerialized with a small wind and a whir.
You would wait anxiously for the next time you heard that odd whirring sound. But until then, you told yourself, you would enjoy the company of your fellow humans for as long as you could. A lot can happen to a species in ten years. You had a lot of catching up to do.