Voice over script

this is the script i have written for the voice over for my film. i may change it slightly when it comes to actually recording it, depending on how it sounds. 

My name is peter dodds. Six months ago, the world ended. I don’t know how. I don’t know why. One day the world was normal. The next it was empty. People were dying. They’d get ill at the start of the week and be dead by the end. Watching my friends and family die had been the hardest experiences ive ever faced. The agony they suffered through. Id wondered if killing them would have been kinder. but what right did I have to make that decision. They could have pulled through for all I knew. But they didn’t.  Before the broadcasts stopped, I heard some people were immune. But it was hard to believe. Everyone I knew was dead. Everyone. But I'm alive. Somehow, I am alive. I was immune. it was true. So theyre were others. i left my home shortly after that. The memories were too painful and there was a chance of meeting survivors out that. After a week of travelling, I was convinced I was alone in this world. life was abysmal, if you could call it life at all. The hovels I stayed in. the things I ate. Under any other circumstances, id never have eaten it. but when life is tough, you have to make hard decisions. however I was wrong. Along my way I met another survivor by the name of lewis, someone immune like me. I couldn’t believe it, and wouldn’t of if he hadn’t been stood there. But there he was and That gave me hope. If we had both survived, maybe there were others.  My companion seemed to have trouble letting go of the past. He told me how his friends had turned on him when he didn’t get ill. He’d had to kill one of them before they killed him. He seemed traumatised, though I expect that’s to be expected having killed a close friend. He still had the gun he’d done it with. I asked him why once. Why he kept it. the answer was always the same. “Just in case”, he would say. It seemed odd. More dead people is the last thing this world needed. Assuming there was anyone left to die, besides us that is. And so we wandered. And wandered. But we never found anyone. And it was getting harder and harder to stay alive. Food was scarce. Tins of beans will only last so long. About five months after Armageddon, my one friend, joined the rest of the planet. I felt suddenly empty. Id been alone before. Before id met Lewis. Struggling to survive had been hard, but it had been made easier having him there and knowing we were in the same boat. Now, hanging onto life felt pointless. In the end, it didn’t matter. Once winter hit, surviving became impossible. It felt horrible, dying cold, hungry and alone. But we all have our time. And for me, that was it. the last man alive will be the last man to die.