crossback7
07-03-2007, 05:52 AM
EDIT:An admin can lock or close this if they want. I feel stupid posting this, as it sucks. And it'll just take up space.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007 1:51 AM.
I don't know what I'm doing. I'm in a car, and I'm driving. I don't know how I know this, yet I do. My name's Wayne. I have a feeling that the car isn't normal. I realize that most cars have more than just a steering wheel and gas pedal like this one has. It makes no noise, and all that I hear is complete and utter silence. I'm going extremely fast. Deadly fast, but it doesn't matter because there are no other cars and the road is perfectly straight. The green overhead signs are all blank.
I notice an exit off of the road, and I take it. It is long. Extremely long. Miles long. I feel as if I've been driving for days down this road before it stops. It doesn't go anywhere, just suddenly stops. I can see this from hundreds of yards away, but the car has no brake pedal. For some reason I'm not afraid, though I know I should be. I guess this is because I have nothing to lose yet.
The car stops immediately, even though it must've been going close to 200 miles per hour. I can't get out of the car because it has no handle, but I'm suddenly standing outside of it anyway. I start walking west. I’m not sure how I know that this direction is west either, however I can see skyscrapers in the distance. That city is my destination. I’m walking on concrete, and I have yet to see any plants or animals. Something tells me that this is not normal.
The sky has changed. It is no longer the musty orange color that it was when I was driving. It has turned dark gray. I never could see a sun or anything that provided daylight, but there is light nonetheless. I wonder if it is going to rain, but it seems as if no clouds have formed, only the sky turned gray itself.
I’m in the city now. It’s dark, and I can’t really tell where I am going. Most of the buildings are run-down or falling down. In fact, a skyscraper fell only minutes after I walked right by it. I’m starting to wonder whether there are any humans left. I’m tired and hungry, so I’m looking for a place to at least spend the night. Food will have to wait until tomorrow. A small apartment building on the corner of a block looks fairly stable and less run-down than most buildings. I think I will stay there for the night.
I walk over and try to open the door. It’s locked. I pick a large piece of metal off of the dirt caked ground and simply smash the handle off. The door slowly creaks open and I take a step inside. I give my eyes a minute to adjust to the light, even though my vision doesn’t get much better. I stumble into a room and bump into what I think is a desk. I feel drawers and start to yank them open at random. As I feel around the contents in the drawers, I hear the ckk-ck of an automatic pistol being cocked and lazily turn around. . .
Tuesday, July 03, 2007 1:51 AM.
I don't know what I'm doing. I'm in a car, and I'm driving. I don't know how I know this, yet I do. My name's Wayne. I have a feeling that the car isn't normal. I realize that most cars have more than just a steering wheel and gas pedal like this one has. It makes no noise, and all that I hear is complete and utter silence. I'm going extremely fast. Deadly fast, but it doesn't matter because there are no other cars and the road is perfectly straight. The green overhead signs are all blank.
I notice an exit off of the road, and I take it. It is long. Extremely long. Miles long. I feel as if I've been driving for days down this road before it stops. It doesn't go anywhere, just suddenly stops. I can see this from hundreds of yards away, but the car has no brake pedal. For some reason I'm not afraid, though I know I should be. I guess this is because I have nothing to lose yet.
The car stops immediately, even though it must've been going close to 200 miles per hour. I can't get out of the car because it has no handle, but I'm suddenly standing outside of it anyway. I start walking west. I’m not sure how I know that this direction is west either, however I can see skyscrapers in the distance. That city is my destination. I’m walking on concrete, and I have yet to see any plants or animals. Something tells me that this is not normal.
The sky has changed. It is no longer the musty orange color that it was when I was driving. It has turned dark gray. I never could see a sun or anything that provided daylight, but there is light nonetheless. I wonder if it is going to rain, but it seems as if no clouds have formed, only the sky turned gray itself.
I’m in the city now. It’s dark, and I can’t really tell where I am going. Most of the buildings are run-down or falling down. In fact, a skyscraper fell only minutes after I walked right by it. I’m starting to wonder whether there are any humans left. I’m tired and hungry, so I’m looking for a place to at least spend the night. Food will have to wait until tomorrow. A small apartment building on the corner of a block looks fairly stable and less run-down than most buildings. I think I will stay there for the night.
I walk over and try to open the door. It’s locked. I pick a large piece of metal off of the dirt caked ground and simply smash the handle off. The door slowly creaks open and I take a step inside. I give my eyes a minute to adjust to the light, even though my vision doesn’t get much better. I stumble into a room and bump into what I think is a desk. I feel drawers and start to yank them open at random. As I feel around the contents in the drawers, I hear the ckk-ck of an automatic pistol being cocked and lazily turn around. . .