With pitch black darkness surrounding me I trudged forward. I was all alone except for the two

“No, this is a personal trip. Though it wasn’t me who blew up your precious police station.”

“Honestly that look likes a haunted house because it seems as if there is no one living in it.” I say trying to contemplate what the house is and it's awful smell of fear.

There was a dead silence, then everyone jumped up and ran to the door. Ted a skilled fire fighter called,

I finally reached the house and I was shocked to open the door and see who was just about to leave. It had been

The mud glueing my recently bought sneakers to the trail became deeper and deeper as we continued walking but I was too busy admiring the vibrant leaves around me to let it phase me. The smell of trees and the subtle trace of cinnamon floating in the air seemed to shoot into my nose. The wind picked up and formed a nice, light breeze. The crisp air blew through my hair which was firmly tied in a ponytail. I continued walking down the slender path, every once in awhile my path was crossed by a small chipmunk or squirrel. I thought back to this morning when my mom had asked me if I wanted a jacket, I refused. Regretting that decision I crossed my arms in front of my body. It was about 2:00 and I hurried along as the cold air continued whisking

“Why would we need to evacuate?” Silas asked as he rose to his feet. “I mean is it really that bad out there?”

After he patted out the fire on his hair, he said, he got down on the ground and groped in the dark. “I thought I found one of them once,” he said, “but it was a doll.” He couldn’t bear the heat any longer. “I felt myself passing out,” he said. Finally, he stumbled down the corridor and out the front door, trying to catch his breath. He saw Diane Barbee and yelled for her to call the Fire Department. After she left, he insisted, he tried without success to get back

"Anyone left won't be in a city or town of any size. A lot that didn't get eaten, starved or got sick and died. Those college kids didn't want to come in. I bet quite a few either saw us and hid or couldn't get our attention in time" Trey replied .

“No, I was just brought here from my house by a pair of police officers. Why am I here?”

“Doesn’t that house looks like it's abandoned? Why don’t we go inside and record it. I'm going to

“My office is right at the back of the clinic, I saw what was happening on the news and took precautions before they tried to check this room. They think the door won’t open because the room is empty and if you don’t mind me being quiet, I’d like to let them keep thinking that.” He grumbled.

Rain poured on me as I walked home. I was all soaked and as usual, I was alone. It was close to night, and I lived in Del Mar. The other kids walked on the other side of the sidewalk gossiping and insulting me under their breaths, but I tried to not let the voices get to my head. I just kept treading forward. I got to the streetlights and made my across the street to go hike up the hill that leads to my house. My tucked my hands in my jacket pockets and positioned my head down to the dark, paved, and quiet street.

The condensed snow under my feet was crushed with every step. The snow was around four inches deep, my boots made a large enough indent, that I made a noticeable trail of holes with every step. The sun had vanished behind a mountain, the sky’s light had gone from an amiable orange, to a mellow blue. I could see outline of the moon between two clouds, and the air’s bite grew colder by the moment. I had taken a detour, past a thin slice of trees near to my neighborhood. Even for a forest, it was a cold, silent place. I used to come out to places like this as a kid, quiet places where I would sit and be alone for hours. I guess I forgot how often that was, but for the moment, I had something else to worry about.

In my window, I saw the family mini-van pull up into our driveway and knew my parents were back. In a few moments, I heard my parents come in through the door. “Shane, we’re home!” my dad called out.

“Yeah, this doesn’t seem right,” Ryan added. “I know everyone’s first instincts would be to grab the wife and kids and get the hell outta Dodge, just like we all did back in Winspear, but there should be at least some people who didn’t make it out. There should be at least some of those Z-heads around here, and this place is just deserted.”