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That Nightmare
It was broad daylight, under a clear sky. The sun was out, and cracking the flagstones.
I was working in a cellar, getting some supplies out, when I felt something change. When I got up, everyone was gone.
I was alone. All alone.
I found myself pushing a laden shopping trolley through an empty building. For some reason, it was an old people's rest home, and the unlocked rooms were empty. Memorabilia and tat lying abandoned everywhere. Beds unmade, as though people had been snatched away from them while they slept.
Pet animals wandered about, looking desperate and hungry. Suddenly, I had to abandon the trolley because the rooms were filling with poisonous white smoke. Something was on fire. I think it was the building.
And then I woke up.
I was working in a cellar, getting some supplies out, when I felt something change. When I got up, everyone was gone.
I was alone. All alone.
I found myself pushing a laden shopping trolley through an empty building. For some reason, it was an old people's rest home, and the unlocked rooms were empty. Memorabilia and tat lying abandoned everywhere. Beds unmade, as though people had been snatched away from them while they slept.
Pet animals wandered about, looking desperate and hungry. Suddenly, I had to abandon the trolley because the rooms were filling with poisonous white smoke. Something was on fire. I think it was the building.
And then I woke up.