I've asked myself a few questions: Why do bad things happen to good people? Because they're inevitable? Because the world is full of hate and confusion? I ponder these things over and over in my mind in these days where everyone has disappeared. I'll fill you in on the past couple of days:
The first day of the "occurrence", I decided to drive around town to see if there was any activity. Not a single soul besides my own was at the town square. The square was a center of bustling activity, and there's only that once in a very long while are there not car driving by and parents and their children playing in the fountain. This time, there wasn't a single car driving by, no parents to nostalgically gaze upon their growing children, no one working at the cafes to serve businessmen and women on their lunch breaks; No one.
The second day, I went to work at the office, and no one was there. I had to break in through the windows to get in. I grabbed my work laptop and went back home, where I stayed for the rest of the day.
The third day, I went to go get groceries. All of the super markets were empty, void of any consumers. Most of the food items were on the shelves, and all of the jewelry items were in their glass cases. I grabbed what I needed and then some. I then contemplated if I needed something to protect myself. I grabbed a few rifles, and shotgun or two, and an AR-15 assault rifle just to be sure. I made a few trips back and forth to the car delivering ammunition of all calibers. I even grabbed a few gaming systems and games for the laughs. I went back home to unload everything. I got on the roof of my apartment on the second floor to set up a sort of roof top pill box for me to camp out on in case zombies ended up rising from the dead or something crazy like that.
Days 4-6 I continued looking for others that might still be here. I got no hint as to where they might have gone.
Today, I found something strange. I was taking a careful stroll through the square, my AR-15 slung around my shoulder, and I heard a peculiar crunching sound. I had been stepping on leaves and emptied chip bags all day, but this was interesting. I looked down, and I saw a foot long line of black powder. I put some into my palm and wafted the scent, and found it was gun powder. I could've assumed that it was mine, but I hadn't walked through the square with a gun before. I was always roaming the outskirts of the city, and I hadn't gone to the square since the first day. That may have just been coincidence, but I'm still going to keep my eyes open.
The first day of the "occurrence", I decided to drive around town to see if there was any activity. Not a single soul besides my own was at the town square. The square was a center of bustling activity, and there's only that once in a very long while are there not car driving by and parents and their children playing in the fountain. This time, there wasn't a single car driving by, no parents to nostalgically gaze upon their growing children, no one working at the cafes to serve businessmen and women on their lunch breaks; No one.
The second day, I went to work at the office, and no one was there. I had to break in through the windows to get in. I grabbed my work laptop and went back home, where I stayed for the rest of the day.
The third day, I went to go get groceries. All of the super markets were empty, void of any consumers. Most of the food items were on the shelves, and all of the jewelry items were in their glass cases. I grabbed what I needed and then some. I then contemplated if I needed something to protect myself. I grabbed a few rifles, and shotgun or two, and an AR-15 assault rifle just to be sure. I made a few trips back and forth to the car delivering ammunition of all calibers. I even grabbed a few gaming systems and games for the laughs. I went back home to unload everything. I got on the roof of my apartment on the second floor to set up a sort of roof top pill box for me to camp out on in case zombies ended up rising from the dead or something crazy like that.
Days 4-6 I continued looking for others that might still be here. I got no hint as to where they might have gone.
Today, I found something strange. I was taking a careful stroll through the square, my AR-15 slung around my shoulder, and I heard a peculiar crunching sound. I had been stepping on leaves and emptied chip bags all day, but this was interesting. I looked down, and I saw a foot long line of black powder. I put some into my palm and wafted the scent, and found it was gun powder. I could've assumed that it was mine, but I hadn't walked through the square with a gun before. I was always roaming the outskirts of the city, and I hadn't gone to the square since the first day. That may have just been coincidence, but I'm still going to keep my eyes open.
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