The moment I realized what was happening, I ran faster, in hopes to out run such a weird scene. Or to get help of some kind. Amidst the rather quite chaos, I knew to do one thing, run.
My eyes had stung from trying to stay unfocused, while I had thought of nothing but running. But no matter how fast I sprinted, the color still bled down into the ground, away from my vision. And so, when I eventaully slowed down, keeling over and breathing hard, I looked around. I knew what I’d see, the world people around me saw. Dull, pointless, and colorless, and then sooner of later- emotionless.
I couldn’t quite figure out how this happened. Yet, I stood there, slowing regaining my breath and thinking just as hard and quick as I had been running mere minutes ago.
Somehow, I couldn’t blame myself for this. I wasn’t like them, I was sure of that. I never lost hope or faith. I was never sad, angry, or lonely. Why? Why me…?

....because I was the only one left?