>Where is everyone?
>That was a good question.
>One you've been asking yourself for years.
>Or has it been decades?
>Time just passed by, you didn't care enough to keep track.
>Where is everyone?
>Did they move away?
>Did they fly out into the sky. past the clouds and into the far reaches of dark, deep space?
>Maybe they all went to paradise.
>And left you alone to think.
>It was hard to think with all those distractions.
>No one around to tell you what to do.
>No one to stop you from doing what you wanted.
>Freedom. It felt good.
>Most of the time.
>Where is everyone?
>What happened to that building over there?
>It was there a second ago.
>Now it's dust.
>Like many of the things around here.
>Where is everyone?
>Why have they left you?
>Was it something you did?
>Something you said?
>Nothing could be that bad.
>To make everyone jump ship.
>Where is everyone?
>And why does guilt press itself upon your mind, every second of every day?
>Maybe you were dreaming.
>Dreaming a long ass dream.
>The pain in your arm is still present.
>That rules out the dream theory.
>You try to remember what happened.
>Damn your shitty memory.
>Or maybe it's because of the lump on your head.
>Another building crumbles beneath you.
>It barely makes a sound.
>Not like the sound of chunks of rubble clashing with each other.
>More like the sound of sand being poured out of a bucket.
>How could buildings do that?
>Just be blown to the ground with a little wind?
>It unnerved you.
>A walk should calm your nerves.
>Where you were going didn't matter, you walked where your feet took you.
>That place seemed to be a school.
>Vague memories float through your weary mind, flashing with sounds, and images.
>Loud, girlish screams pierced the near still silence.
>Your minds at it again.
>You squeeze your eyes shut and try your best to ignore the screams.
>They get louder with each step you take.
>"Girls, calm down, screaming isn't going to solve anything."
>Thats new.
>You open your eyes and freeze on the spot.
>Six girls, all shouting and running around, panicking.
>Did you know them?
>Something inside you stirs.
>There's that guilt again.
>Fragmented memories flood your brain, desperatly trying to piece themselves together in an effort to make an ounce of sense.
>The purple skinned one stops, and stares at you.
>The others follow suit, staring at you, thinking, fearing.
>"—?"
>Mouths moved, but no sound came out.
>Words formed, but comprehension was nigh impossible.
>Your brain clicks and churns, trying to make sense of the situation.
>Why though?
>They shouldn't be here, they couldn't be here.
>But why?