There is a block of flats

There is a block of flats
Where everyone has died
All the doors have been nailed up shut

He is the only one alive

He goes to his front door
Outside he can see the storm raging
The continuous thunder in the night
The continuous lightning that lights up the horizon

He calls out but no one hears him
From the day he first moved in, he has called out
Every night before he goes to sleep

He falls into a deep sleep

And from that sleep a man emerges
He picks up the hammer and nails