He'd been traveling for over a month now. Boston had been reduced to wasteland. No one was doing very well in this environment. Especially Erik Quinn, the last man on Earth. Well, the last male. Every woman was still alive. Just the men. Every male mammal had died. He didn't know why, but it had. He was on the run now. He was probably the most precious commodity on the Earth now, and people were after him because of it. So he had run. He wore a cloak and hood over his body to hide his masculine identity. He hoped, as he walked into the latest town, that this might be a safe haven, even for a little while.