The Last Night. Short Story.

The night air was colder than Janice had expected, despite her warm hoody she still shivered slightly. Standing she went to her car and grabbed the spare blanket from the trunk. Blanket in hand she went back to her spot and lay down, covering herself. She put her hands behind her head and continued looking up at the stars. She had always loved looking up at the night sky, ever since she was a child, watching those pinpricks of light and imagining that somewhere on another planet another little girl was doing the exact same thing. It seemed fitting that she would look at them for her last night on Earth. Perhaps that little girl was out there, maybe she would live on, maybe what ever was happening would be contained to earth, but Janice doubted it. What ever it was would spring from the earth and then travel the universe, consuming everything it encountered. Thinking of it now it seemed inevitable. Humanity was going to die out sooner or later, the universe was a cold, harsh place and only the fittest could survive, humanity just wouldn’t make the cut. Maybe someone would eventually stop it, but by then it would be too late for Earth.

Part of her wished that she had never met Tom, that she could be sitting at home, watching TV, or talking to friends, unaware of what was going to happen tonight. They had met in college, he had an air about him, one she couldn’t pinpoint. He was quiet, but there was something about him that drew her, the way he held himself, the way he spoke. They had started seeing each other casually, meeting up for drinks, or a quick bite to eat. Nothing too serious, just enjoying each other and the time they spent together. It had gone on like that for two or three months before Janice realised she was falling for him, and falling hard.

It seemed so harmless when he introduced her to his friends. They seemed a bit weird sure, but they were nice enough people. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until she was invited to one of their “game nights.” She had never expressed any interest in attending before because for the most part Janice found video games boring and pointless. She decided she’d go after Tom promised her she would have a good time. So she went, prepared to have fun, but reassured that she could bail during the night if she wanted.

They all gathered in Johnny’s house and everything was normal at first, people were drinking and Janice was having a surprisingly good time. Johnny was the one who instigated it, “It’s getting a bit late, isn’t it?”
Tom looked at him and frowned, “I guess man, it’s fine.”
“I think maybe we should call it a night, don’t you?”
Janice was getting a weird vibe from Johnny, and everyone seemed to be looking at them. Janice smiled, “I’ve an early morning tomorrow anyway, so maybe it would be best.”
Tom grabbed her hand, “No, I want her to stay.”
Johnny shrugged, “If you think she can handle it.”
Janice felt a twinge of unease, handle what? She looked at Tom inquisitively, he just smiled and shook his head slightly, he leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.”

A few minutes later Janice noticed the room was clearing out, Tom guided her down towards the basement, “What’s down there?”
“You’ll see, trust me, it’s awesome.”

The basement surprised her, it was clean, well lit and furnished. All in all it was a good place to have a party. Janice rolled her eyes, obviously they were just planning on getting completely wasted. That didn’t surprise her all that much, most of the time Tom was tired and cranky after his gaming nights. Someone turned on music, it was low, too low for her to hear properly, but it had a steady, rhythmic beat. Everyone started to sit in a circle on the thick carpet, Janice sat beside Tom, wondering what exactly was going to happen. She thought it would just be some kind of drinking game. Everyone linked hands, Janice did likewise, feeling out of place, she wanted his friends to like her, she didn’t want to be uncool.

Something came over her, she didn’t know what, even now. Words came from her mouth, complicated and thick, joining in with the others. Then it appeared. The pulsating mass, talking to them in its deep, guttural voice. Telling them that soon it would be time. Janice could feel the terror and fear building but she couldn’t stop chanting, she couldn’t move. Then it was over. She collapsed backwards, Tom was beside her, also lying on the floor and giggling, “Wasn’t that such a rush?”
Janice was panting heavily, “What the hell was that thing?”
“It was God.”
Janice felt her stomach tense, she felt like she was going to throw up, she felt unclean, her whole body felt like it was covered in a thick layer of grime, one she would never be able to remove.
“What are you talking about? That thing couldn’t be God.”
“Oh but it is. It’s powerful, more powerful than anything you could imagine. I wanted you to be here with us, to see it. We’re summoning it tomorrow, it will make all our dreams come true.”
Janice shook her head, it started pounding steadily, “Something like that, it couldn’t be God. Can’t you feel it? The filth and the wrongness of it?”
Tom looked at her, he was smiling, “Trust me, it’s for the better, we’re going to create paradise on earth.”

Janice saw it in her dreams that night, heard its whispering but she could see it for what it truly was. It was evil, and it was hungry. A deep and ancient hunger. She had promised Tom she would be there, he told her there were others, all across the world. She knew she couldn’t stop it, besides, who could she even tell? Everyone would think she was crazy. A slight breeze blew over her, the ground beneath her began to rumble, faintly at first but it grew stronger. Her heart started beating heavily in her chest, her stomach tightened. It was happening. Somewhere in the distance there was a great roar, the ground below her started to twist and buck violently, her body slamming against it again and again, it opened up, a great chasm and she started falling. The wind rushed through her hair, stole her breath, she could see it below, rushing up to meet her. Pain, sharp and unbearable ripped through her skull, destroying her mind, her sanity. She fell into the giant, gaping maw of the beast, everything went dark and mercifully quiet.

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Helping Hand. Flash Fiction

Stephanie looked at the glass of water on the counter, all ready to go. Did she really dare do it? After all it wouldn’t be her fault, not if Jason had asked for it. She wouldn’t be making him drink it, she would just put the glass onto his table and walk away. That was all.

She didn’t know who had bought it, such things were easy enough to find if you had contacts, but Stephanie had none of those. She had thought she was the only one who visited Jason still, but some of the others must. They would know where to get this, it must be one of his druggie friends. She picked up the small plastic baggie and threw it in the bin. Nothing was stopping her from emptying the glass and refilling it with fresh water. Who would know besides her? Did she have the right to make that decision? She reached out for the glass and brought it over to the sink. It was supposed to be painless, if he didn’t get this would he find some other way? He could still move, not much but maybe just enough. At least this way he wouldn’t be alone, and he would just drift off into sleep and never wake up.

Stephanie picked up the glass, took a deep breath and started walking towards his room. Before she reached the door she could already hear the machines beeping and whirring. She didn’t know what any of them did, the day nurse took care of all that stuff. Stephanie just came for the hour of her lunch to keep Jason company. She opened the door and stepped inside, Jason smiled up at her. She hadn’t noticed before how thin he had gotten, his cheeks were jutting out, his eyes were sunken. She smiled back, but if felt like it was too bright, to cheerful. “I was worried you wouldn’t come back.”
“I wasn’t sure if I would either.”
“You don’t have to stay. You can just leave the glass down and leave.”
“No, I’ll stay.”
Jason nodded once, his eyes watering a little. Stephanie carefully handed him the glass. His thin fingers gripped it tightly, his arm shaking with the weight of it. “Do you need help?”
“No, you’ve done more than enough.”
He took a sip of water, then another. Stephanie realised she should have gotten him a straw, but it was already done. He was drinking faster and faster now and then the glass was empty. He put it onto the table, dropping it the last few inches and sighed.
“Thank you.”

It didn’t take long, after a few minutes he was asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly. He looked so sickly, so weak. Stephanie picked up the glass and brought it to the kitchen, she put it into the dishwasher and turned it on. That should clear any residues and fingerprints. She opened the bin and fished out the plastic baggie before slipping it into her pocket, she would burn it later. The sound of the door closing made her jump, she turned to see the nurse walking into the kitchen, “Abby, hey, you startled me, I didn’t expect you back for a bit longer.”
“Sorry, my friend cancelled on me for lunch so when I was done I figured I’d head back.”
Stephanie nodded and smiled sympathetically, “Well, there’s nothing to report really, he fell asleep a little while ago and I thought it would be best to let him nap.”
“Ok, great. If you want you can head off, I’ve got everything covered, usually if he’s asleep this early he’ll be pretty much out of it until tomorrow.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, We’ll be fine.”
Stephanie always got the impression that Abby didn’t like people around when she was working. She never kicked Stephanie out of the house in any explicit way, but Stephanie was always able to take the hint.
“Ok, well I’ll be back tomorrow then, same time?”
Abbey smiled at her, “I’ve told you before you don’t need to be here every day, he’ll be fine by himself for a while, you need to look after yourself too.”
Stephanie smiled back, “That’s ok, it’s only an hour, besides I like seeing him. I’ll be here tomorrow.”
“Ok. I’ll see you then.”

Stephanie made her way down the hall and went into his room, he was still asleep, she leaned over and gently kissed him on the cheek, his skin was cold and clammy, “I’ll see you later, ok?”

Stephanie gripped her steering wheel, she had done a good thing. It was what he wanted. It was much better for him to go this way, the doctors said he could still have another year or two left. Two years of watching him rot away, he didn’t want that and a small part of her didn’t want it either. They had been friends since they were children, she owed him this much. She took a deep, slow breath. It wasn’t her fault. It was his choice. It had always been his choice, ever since the day he had told her of his plan and asked for her help. He was certain that it would just go down as a natural death. After a few hours of dozing it would happen and he would be free from all the pain and misery. She took another deep breath, and her grip on the steering wheel loosened a little, it was for the best, it was what he wanted.


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My Best Friend. Short Story.

Murder. That was how it all began. Another human thrown onto the trash heap that was humanity and no one seemed to care. They looked at her and all they saw were big blue eyes, long blonde hair and a killer smile. They didn’t see what she was really like. How she behaved when she was alone. When we were alone.

I know people will never believe me when I say it, but she was the one that started it. She was the one who came to me. I remember the first time we spoke to each other properly. It was weird and awkward, the two of us wary of the other. Her with her short skirts and bright smile, me with my glower and dark clothes. She was my first real friend you know. It’s sad to say it, but up until that day when we were fifteen I had no friends. I would have done anything for her then and if things had gone differently I probably still would.

We became pretty inseparable from then on. Her friends thought it was weird at first but they got used to me and over time I got used to them. My style of dress changed, I no longer wore dark, bulky clothes. Everything became brighter, tighter. I too changed. I began to participate. Not just in class but in the world. Before I would spend evenings alone in my room, just waiting for the day to end, but with her I became someone. I was known, hell, I was liked. I was the smart one, the one with the quick comebacks. I thought at the time that people were finally seeing me for me, but that wasn’t the case. They were seeing me through her eyes. She made me what I was, she made me believe I was somebody, that I was liked, that I was loved.

She was the first one to suggest it, her boyfriend, Tommy. He was getting a bit rough with her. He slapped her around a few times. No one said anything of course, we all just politely looked around the black eye. She made it clear it wasn’t to be discussed, so we just didn’t bring it up. Not even amongst ourselves, God, I forgot how much power she had over us all. If she didn’t like it neither did we. Maybe things would be different if we had spoken up, talked to someone. At the time I thought surely someone would step in, someone else of course. Even the adults, but they all seemed to be buying her clumsy ditz act about it. She was one of the most graceful people I have ever known, she couldn’t be clumsy if she tried.

I was in her house, the two of us bundled in blankets watching TV, the Simpsons I think it was, when she started to cry. I don’t remember much of what was said, maybe I blocked it out, guilt or shame. But a plan was made. Tommy would have to pay for what he did to her, a lesson, that was all, to make sure he never did it again.

Tommy drove drunk, it wasn’t approved by any of us, but it was tolerated. At that age there was no real sense of consequences. If we went out to drink in the woods, well, we had to get home somehow didn’t we? None of us could see the danger in it. The roads were mostly empty by the time we’d be leaving, there was no fear of crashing or getting caught by the cops. She brought me to his car, asked me to keep a look out while everyone continued to party around us. I didn’t ask her what she was doing, I didn’t want to know. I had agreed to help her and help her I would.

She came back a few minutes later, her jeans and t-shirt smudged with dirt. We walked away then, we got drinks, we laughed, we danced. I had forgotten about what she had done until we were leaving. I looked around but I couldn’t see his car. Part of me hoped that it was only something small, like throwing fish oil into his heating vents or something, but I had seen the way she had looked before. I knew that it was going to be more serious than that.

The next day at school we found out that Tommy was dead. He was drunk and had rammed into a tree, his car had been totalled. She found me soon after I heard. She looked upset, everyone did. She begged me not to say anything, that she hadn’t caused it, that it wasn’t her fault. I’m still not sure if I believed her, but I agreed. I owed her so much, she was my first friend, she had been my only friend. Besides, who would believe me if I told? Blame would just get shunted to somewhere, or someone else. Most likely me. After all I was the one who used to dress in black, the one who was protective of her. Even then I knew that if it happened she wouldn’t step in to save me, just as I knew I’d accept the blame to save her.

The pattern continued throughout our lives. Someone would cross her and soon after they were dead. I never helped, but I can’t say I didn’t know. She would rant and rave about these people and then when they died she would have a glint in her eye, a small smile. There would never be explicit threats, only vague mentions of someone doing something, or taking them down a peg. All of the deaths were just like the first, classed as an accident or ruled as suicide.

I didn’t want to believe it at first, but soon I saw there was no other explanation. I would watch her sometimes, when we were out. Watch as she moved through the crowds, always being exactly what everyone wanted her to be, what everyone needed her to be. I became afraid of her, she was the ultimate social chameleon. No one would have been able to imagine the stuff she said about them, the way she hated them all.

I’ve gone back, looked through the numbers. Fifteen. That’s how many people I know she killed. Let that sink in for a moment. No one ever looked at her, she was too pretty, too bubbly, to sociable. No one had ever suspected her. I was the only one who truly knew her. She confessed, in the end. Confessed to every single one and despite her tears I knew she was never truly sorry that she had snuffed out their lives.

I had to do it. There was no other way. How many people would she have gone on to kill? Her picture was all over the papers, people out looking for her day and night. I thought I had hid my tracks well, but I guess I didn’t do it as well as she did. I know that I’m a suspect, pretty much the only suspect now. I’m sorry, I wish there could have been another way. No one would have ever believed me against her. I have enclosed a list of names and a video of it all. I’m sorry to whoever has to watch it. It isn’t pleasant, but its proof. She admits it all in every detail. By the time this reaches you I’ll be already dead. I don’t know how I’m going to do it yet. People will remember me as a monster, and I’m ok with that, once they know that I only became one to destroy one.

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Announcement: 3 Week Break.

Hi everyone,

I just wanted to make a quick announcement, for the first time in five years (Yes! Five! I was equally shocked) I’ll be away for the next 3 weeks, so there won’t be any short stories for that time. Don’t worry though you can still read through all the previously published short stories, of which there are over 650 and over 50 flash fictions. There should be enough there to keep everyone going until I get back!

See you all in three weeks!

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A New Start. Short Story.

Holly stood in the centre of the room, panting. Her heart was thudding heavily in her chest, her arms felt heavy, she was holding something in her hand. Without looking she released it from her grip and hear the familiar sound of a knife hitting the ground. She stumbled over to a chair and sat down, she couldn’t remember what exactly happened, but she knew. She had gotten angry again. She shivered slightly and looked around at the mess she had made. It was a big one this time. Catherine and Danny lay on the ground, they were covered in blood, their bodies still. She had liked them both, she must have gone for Danny first, he was taller than her, stronger too. Catherine was small, just over five foot, with a thin, lithe body. Holly herself wasn’t all that tall, but she towered over poor Catherine, everyone had.

Once Holly had gotten her breath back she stood and grabbed a glass and filled it with water. Everyone else had already gone home for the day, she knew that much, the three of them were staying back late to work on a project. She had time to figure out what she was going to do. Her options were pretty limited, she could hide the bodies, pretend like nothing had happened, or she could run. It wouldn’t be the first time, and her parents would help if she asked. They had told her it would be the last time they’d help the last time she had gotten angry, but they said that a lot. They would always help for fear that she would get caught and tarnish the family name. She sipped her water and took a slow, deep breath. She had some time to decide. She glanced at her watch, it was just past seven, the last thing she remembered was around half five, when they were talking about getting some food delivered. She didn’t see any takeaway containers littered about the lunchroom, so it must not have happened. It would be difficult to get rid of the bodies herself, if she chose to stay she’d need help, if she chose to flee she could get by, at least for a little bit. Change her name again, pretend to be someone new. Perhaps they’d think someone had killed the others and kidnapped her, that was what they thought the last time. At least that was what they thought when she stopped following the news on it. She didn’t like thinking about that kind of stuff, it made her feel bad and she didn’t like feeling bad about it. After all it wasn’t her fault. It was theirs. If they hadn’t made her angry it wouldn’t have happened. She set the glass on the table. She liked her life here, but no more than she had liked any of the others. She stood from the table and went to the sink, there she washed her hands, making sure to get the blood off them.

Once her hands were clean Holly left the lunchroom and went to the ladies bathroom, there she could see the damage in the mirror. She was splattered with blood, all across her face and body. She couldn’t hide the bloodstains on her clothes. Quickly she washed the blood from her skin, watching as the pink water swirl down the drain. Once that was done she stripped off her t-shirt and turned it inside out. The blood was cold and tacky against her skin. She tried to ignore it as best she could. Once she had her jacket on no one would notice the t-shirt was inside out. The blood splattered on her jeans would be impossible to hide, but in the evening light they would just look like stains. No one would know it was blood.

Back in the lunchroom Holly looked at the two bodies, she might as well just leave them where they lay. She turned and paused, the smell of blood was strong in the air, and the police would be able to find evidence that she had been involved. She didn’t remember what she had done exactly, but at the very least there would be fingerprints and people knew that she was staying behind. She chewed on her lip for a moment before nodding. A fire. It was the only way.

The plan to get the fire started was simple. She left a trail of paper all around the office and in the lunch room. Finding a way to light it was a bit more difficult, she had to go through Danny’s pockets to find his lighter, but after a few attempts found it to be empty. Holly stood for a moment looking around when she had another, better idea. She took a pan from the cupboards and put it onto the small stove, turning the stove up as high as she could. Quickly she filled the pan with oil, smiling as she went, she grabbed a plastic bowl and carefully filled it with some water, she gently placed the bowl into the pan and left the room.

She wasn’t sure how long it would take for the oil to go on fire, or for the plastic to melt, but if it went as planned the resulting fire would be spectacular and destroy most, if not all, of the evidence. Holly took the stairs, moving quickly, the stairs didn’t have cameras, and the ones in the lobby had been on the fritz for the last week, someone was supposed to come and repair them, but it kept getting pushed off.

Holly left the building, stepping outside into the cold air, she kept her head down and started walking.

She got to her place without any trouble, no one had paid any attention to her. Once there she worked quickly, grabbing a single change of clothes and some of the cash she kept laying around for emergencies. She changed out of her blood splattered clothing and threw it into her back pack, she would dispose of them later. Everything else she left as it was. The less it looked like she had run the better. They’d come check out her place and find it normal enough, they’d think maybe she was killed too, or someone had kidnapped her. She grabbed her spare cell phone, the one that was kept turned off and only for emergencies and left, closing the door behind herself.

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Day After Day. Flash Fiction.

Mark took a sip of his coffee, it tasted like shit but it got the job done. He looked back at his computer screen, eyes flicking to the clock. Still three hours left before he could go. Sighing, he started typing. This wasn’t what he wanted to do with his life, but he had allowed himself to become stuck. The job was taken as a quick way to raise some money, but that had been three years before, when he still had dreams and hopes. He started to zone out as he typed, it wasn’t like the job required any real focus. He let his mind wander, imaging himself exploring the world, travelling anywhere he wanted. This was just supposed to be a quick pit stop in the journey that was his life. He hadn’t intended to set up camp here. He shook his head, don’t think about it. He took another sip of coffee. Not thinking about things was his way of dealing with them. There were plenty of things he had wanted to have done by now, hell he had thought he’d be married at this point, maybe with a kid on the way. Of course that was before Angela cheated on him, some random dude she’d picked up in a bar, he might have been able to forgive her eventually, but random dude wasn’t the first, nor was he the last. She seemed to take pleasure in getting caught, that little grin when he walked in the door that vanished a second later, replaced by faux concern and sadness. He was ashamed to admit how long he had tried to keep things going with her before she sat him down and broke up with him. That was the worst of it all, that she was the one to dump him.

Mark left the office with a stream of others, he had no plans for the night, he never had plans. Friends had stopped inviting him out after he turned down their invitations one too many times. Sometimes he’d look at his phone and go to text them, but something always stopped him. He didn’t want to sit in his apartment and stare at the TV, which was only ever on so he wasn’t just sitting alone in the dark like some weirdo. He paused outside Smiths, the bar he used to go to, then kept walking. He couldn’t go in alone, only alcoholics drank alone. He walked a few more steps before he stopped. Was this his life? Get up in the morning, go to a job he hated, then go home to an apartment filled with resentment and memories only to do it all again the next day? He could change it. Do something. Anything. But what?

Mark shrugged off his backpack and dumped it onto the ground, he kicked off his shoes and moved deeper into his apartment. The air inside felt thick, stale. He opened a window, but it didn’t seem to help, the entire place felt like it was too hot, almost suffocating. He loosened his tie and stripped out of his suit, throwing on a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt. He had money saved up, what was stopping him from just going somewhere? He paused again. Could he do it alone? Explore the world? He laughed, it sounded bitter, even to him. He couldn’t even get out of this damn apartment, how was he going to get out into the world? He could feel the couch trying to draw him closer, sucking him in. He knew if he sat down he wouldn’t move for the rest of the evening, except maybe to grab something from the fridge or answer the door for take away.

Mark flopped back onto the couch, he could feel the usual shame beginning to rise up, he pushed it back down, he wouldn’t think about it. If he did he’d just feel worse and worse. Today, like every other day he told himself to get up and do something, just one thing, but he could already feel the energy draining away. It was too much effort to get up, to tidy around, to plan, to think. It was easier to just sit here, with the TV on, the noise of it drowning out his thoughts.

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Weird New World. Short Story.

Ella walked down the street slowly, the sound of her high heels echoing off the buildings. The city was so quiet now, she had never noticed how much noise everything created. Now there was nothing but the sounds of nature, the breeze, the call of birds. There was a distant, high pitched shriek, Ella shivered, of course there was that too. She was safe, she didn’t know why or how, but she knew that much, yet still she felt the need to run and hide. She had chosen the dress she was wearing, long and red, because it looked elegant, but now she was regretting that decision. Playing dress up was fun when she was inside somewhere, where it was safe, but not out here, in the open. She hadn’t seen anyone else, at least no one like her, but that didn’t mean they didn’t exist. She had been stupid, so goddamned stupid, what if she needed to run? She wouldn’t get very far in these high heels. And sure the diamond bracelets, necklace and jewel studded tiara looked great, but they were pointless extra weight, clinking and clacking, even the flashing of the gems in the light could give her away if she needed to hide. It didn’t matter that all this was worthless junk now, people got funny about things. Like the man she had seen half running down the road, clutching a small TV to his chest. She didn’t know what he was running from or to, but there was no electricity for that TV and nothing was being broadcast. Not anymore. Ella stopped walking and took a slow, deep breath. She had felt it the last few days, the blanket of fog that was falling over her, the numbness. She had welcomed it, but if she wanted to survive she needed to get it together.

Ella stripped out of the dress quickly, the high heels had been discarded as soon as she was safe to walk barefoot. The ground was littered with broken glass these days, it looked pretty, glittering in the light, but there was no one around to clean it up. It was almost mesmerising, moving through them, like walking on water. The image came to her, flooding her mind and pushing everything else to the side. She shook her head, she needed to focus, she couldn’t go into daydreams and fancies. She dressed quickly in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, the light coming in the windows was just enough to make the store gloomy rather than dark, but the sun would be setting soon and she didn’t want to get trapped in here when that happened.

Ella left the store with a bag of clothes, in the distance she could hear rhythmic banging, the metallic sound seeming to fill the world, just above it she could hear something else, what sounded like hooting. The damned things were just getting weirder and weirder as time went on. She picked up the pace, her stomach was grumbling sullenly and she wanted to be home before dark.

Picking the penthouse suite had been glamorous at first, a huge place with a balcony and a great view, but it was times like this, when she was struggling on the twentieth floor, that she regretted her choice. Ella sat for a moment to catch her breath, tomorrow she’d start moving to one of the lower floors. Maybe even leave the city itself, she could steal a bicycle and go out to the suburbs. Find a nice, sunny suburban dream home with a pool and a big back yard.

Back in her apartment, Ella dumped the bags and grabbed an energy bar, wolfing it down in two bites, she had two more before the hunger started to subside. She grabbed another and walked over to the balcony while chewing it slowly. Outside she could see a bit of the city, see where they had set up camp. They were a good distance away, but the original owner of the penthouse, either a perv or a stargazer, had a telescope that had been set up and ready for her to use. She looked through the eye piece and tried to figure out what they were doing. When Ella had first started looking at them it felt kind of fun, like she was on safari and had discovered a new species, but now the reality was sinking in. It was only her, her and those things. She didn’t even know what to call them, after all they weren’t even people any more. No one had a chance to figure out what was happening before it was all over. If she was being honest, the mass suicides did make things easier, there were no rotting corpses to deal with. Most people fled the cities, though no one seemed to know where exactly they were running to. The suicides were done in groups, people seemingly compelled to gather together in the middle of nowhere to end it all.

Ella entered the apartment and looked around, the place was a mess, food wrappers littering every free surface, piles of clothes heaped in the corners. She sighed, it wasn’t like she really needed to clean up after herself, after all she could move into a new place every day for years to come if she wanted to. She grabbed a bottle of water, twisted off the cap and took a drink. It was time to get serious, this whole end of the world thing had been easier to deal with than she would have thought before, but then that was a benefit of not having any real family or friends. No one to miss when they were gone. The thrill of walking into a shop and taking anything she wanted had begun to wear off. Once or twice she even found herself hoping that someone would call out to her as she left, ask her what she thought she was doing. That it would turn out to be some weird fucked up hallucination. She took another sip of water. There was no chance of that happening, if there was she’d already be in the loony bin by now. She looked out the window at the setting sun, it really was quite beautiful. She looked back at the dirty apartment, tomorrow. She’d find a better base tomorrow. Once she had a good nights sleep she’d wake up and be ready to take on this weird, fucked up new world.

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