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The Awakening
It happened on a Thursday, the end of life as we knew it. No more lazy Sunday mornings. No more pizza take out with ‘Netflix and Chill’ on a Friday night. No more grabbing a Starbucks latte on the way to work. The pandemic took all of it. Death fell over the city, a city that was once so alive, so bubbling with life.The awakening happened on the Saturday. The infected, they were named. The few survivors lived in fear, hiding, and hoping for a future that would somehow resemble what they took for granted before the pandemic struck. The city consisted of two sides now, like two chess players www.onedoor.ccin ...
Gas, Light
“It makes no sense Frankie,” Gina sighed, hands clasped into fists in her pockets. “I don’t even know what’s up and what’s down.”There are facts. The roof has to be up. That is not up, Frankie. Up is not the same as down.“I know I’m not an architect, Fran. I know I don’t see things like you…”Architect or not, Gina could see that the thing in front of her was not any kind of plan. She turned the drawing on the table, trying to get it to look like a building. Not just a building; their house. Their dream house. With the open plan, the glass, the light, the air. The real fires and fake bricks. Ro...
Backpack
“I think they saw us!” Faith whispers shakily to Ryan who has an axe gripped tightly in his hand, his breathing labored from running. The two crouch down tensely behind a pile of hay inside the wooden barn, littered with half eaten animal carcasses. Faith snaps angrily “We should never have volunteered for this!” “Shut up!” Ryan whispers harshly at Faith as the sound of footfalls break the silence and next came the all too familiar rasping noises that makes Faith cower in fear. “Oh no! “Faith groans as Ryan readjusts his backpack and steals a cautious peek from behind the hay stack. Through th...
THUMP
All of the days start seeping into each other after the first few weeks. Wednesday or Saturday, summer or autumn, it makes no difference. Calendars hold no meaning aside from beautifully preserved images and random numbered boxes. But the clock, that’s quite different. The clock is the measurement tool of all importance, with every little tick, seconds like our breaths, counting down to the last. It is the difference between light and dark, good, and evil, sight or none.Laurence Welch is my name, but most call me Larry or Mr. Welch. I am sixty-eight years old, according to the calendar. I taug...