From afar, I could tell that the house was dark and empty. Upon approaching it, I could see boarded up windows and broken pieces of glass scattered on the patio. I felt as if my blood stood still for a moment, everything was quiet except for the sound of my racing heart beat as I turned the knob and let myself in. Cold. Dark. Haunted. The feelings the room gave off were uncanny and eerie. Old victorian styled wallpaper was shedding off the wall, the floors creaking softly and then loudly, rhythmically. Barely anything was visible, except for a flickering light in the distance. As I kept pacing towards the light, my view became more clear, there was a chair. A little wooden rocking chair. If only I knew what sat on it would be the last thing I’d ever see.
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The sun gives off the right amount of heat for me to feel at ease. I lift my feet from off of the heated sand, grab my board, and run towards the ocean. The ocean is a translucent crystal blue color. It is so light that I can see my own reflection, perfectly, through the water. My happy place. I can see a wave forming in the distance. It’s 12:32, the perfect time for high tides. I lay my stomach on the board as I paddle through the cold water. I reach the wave and ride it as it pushes me back towards where I started. I repeat again.
The ground is cold. There are no walls. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Everything is moving so quickly. I can hear the sounds of bombs and screams in the distance. Gun fire. Night has fallen and I am lost without a shelter. The enemies are coming. I stop for a moment to take a breath and lay down on the cold ground with weeds. I’m surrendering myself.
It’s 2277, 200 years since the world has been deserted. The world was quiet. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of wind passing by. The world was empty. New York train stations once filled with people were now left with nothing but empty hallways. The world was
The sun gives off the right amount of heat for me to feel at ease. I lift my feet from off of the heated sand, grab my board, and run towards the ocean. The ocean is a translucent crystal blue color. It is so light that I can see my own reflection, perfectly, through the water. My happy place. I can see a wave forming in the distance. It’s 12:32, the perfect time for high tides. I lay my stomach on the board as I paddle through the cold water. I reach the wave and ride it as it pushes me back towards where I started. I repeat again.
The ground is cold. There are no walls. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Everything is moving so quickly. I can hear the sounds of bombs and screams in the distance. Gun fire. Night has fallen and I am lost without a shelter. The enemies are coming. I stop for a moment to take a breath and lay down on the cold ground with weeds. I’m surrendering myself.
It’s 2277, 200 years since the world has been deserted. The world was quiet. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of wind passing by. The world was empty. New York train stations once filled with people were now left with nothing but empty hallways. The world was