Are you for real?
As I was walking in an open field, spacecraft materialized from behind the clouds, leaving vicious tornadoes in their wake. My friends could not contain their disbelief and screamed for help as we ran wildly through the grass. Wide laser beams scanned the ground vanishing people as it hit them. I could not believe my eyes—I do not believe in aliens—this cannot be a little-green-men alien attack, can it?
As my last friend disappeared, I made it to a house at the end of the field. As I opened the door the person standing behind it vanished. I ran through the beams’ wake and through the house, looking for a hiding place, ransacking drawers, closets and throwing tables and chairs in panic. As I looked outside, I saw a bus parked in the distance with all my friends and neighbors inside. They had emptiness in their eyes, the kind I’ve only seen in movies. “That’s where I'm supposed to go,” I thought. Just then, loud obnoxious people burst threw the door and began searching the home for others. I had no time to ponder why humans had just flown spacecrafts down to Earth and lasered people away, but I just knew I didn't want to be found.
They were angry, loud and cocky, the worst kind of humans.
I turned the corner into the hallway and bumped into another, who I recognized from an earlier occurrence at work that morning. As she pushed me in to the hallway closet, I remembered that she was a friend of a guy I dealt with earlier in the day.
I was a part-time computer technician and earlier that day I caught a teenager using one of the computers to farm out a virus. He was all sweaty and scared as I interrogated him about what he was doing. He gave me the standard story of just "checking his email" and watching YouTube. But I knew something else was up, I could see the browser history of illegal sites and noticed the flash drive sticking out of the monitor. I kept asking him what the deal was and after many tense moments he said, "It doesn't matter what I'm doing now... I've already killed the teacher."
His candor frightened me but I did not want him to see my nervousness. I patted him on the back and said, "No worries about that, it ain't like anyone cares,” hoping to put his mind at ease. I glanced over at my friend by the window and knew we needed to get away fast. He then admitted to placing a virus into the system and wished for it to spread. I could see that he was getting more and more anxious so I quickly talked him down and was able to calm him enough that he wanted to end with a hug. I was afraid he'd immediately start stabbing me but hugged him anyway. As we walked arm and arm into the parking lot, his friend, a dirty-blonde tough-looking girl ran over to him. "Thank you." she said as she turned her head and walked away. This was the same girl I ran into in the hallway just now, but now I was thanking her.
The people searched the hallway and asked her if she's seen anyone in the house. "No." she replied.
As the night calmed down, I emerged from the hall closet, alone and scared. I walked outside to test the waters as people simply walked the streets. Had I imagined what had just happened? I was in shock I guess. I made my way down the street towards some nightclubs and partygoers. I did not recognize a single person on the streets or in the bars. Where was I? No one looked familiar. I've seen these buildings, the employees, the workers, the hotdog vendors numerous times in the past, but none of them were the same—they were all new people, different, more "alive".
As my last friend disappeared, I made it to a house at the end of the field. As I opened the door the person standing behind it vanished. I ran through the beams’ wake and through the house, looking for a hiding place, ransacking drawers, closets and throwing tables and chairs in panic. As I looked outside, I saw a bus parked in the distance with all my friends and neighbors inside. They had emptiness in their eyes, the kind I’ve only seen in movies. “That’s where I'm supposed to go,” I thought. Just then, loud obnoxious people burst threw the door and began searching the home for others. I had no time to ponder why humans had just flown spacecrafts down to Earth and lasered people away, but I just knew I didn't want to be found.
They were angry, loud and cocky, the worst kind of humans.
I turned the corner into the hallway and bumped into another, who I recognized from an earlier occurrence at work that morning. As she pushed me in to the hallway closet, I remembered that she was a friend of a guy I dealt with earlier in the day.
I was a part-time computer technician and earlier that day I caught a teenager using one of the computers to farm out a virus. He was all sweaty and scared as I interrogated him about what he was doing. He gave me the standard story of just "checking his email" and watching YouTube. But I knew something else was up, I could see the browser history of illegal sites and noticed the flash drive sticking out of the monitor. I kept asking him what the deal was and after many tense moments he said, "It doesn't matter what I'm doing now... I've already killed the teacher."
His candor frightened me but I did not want him to see my nervousness. I patted him on the back and said, "No worries about that, it ain't like anyone cares,” hoping to put his mind at ease. I glanced over at my friend by the window and knew we needed to get away fast. He then admitted to placing a virus into the system and wished for it to spread. I could see that he was getting more and more anxious so I quickly talked him down and was able to calm him enough that he wanted to end with a hug. I was afraid he'd immediately start stabbing me but hugged him anyway. As we walked arm and arm into the parking lot, his friend, a dirty-blonde tough-looking girl ran over to him. "Thank you." she said as she turned her head and walked away. This was the same girl I ran into in the hallway just now, but now I was thanking her.
The people searched the hallway and asked her if she's seen anyone in the house. "No." she replied.
As the night calmed down, I emerged from the hall closet, alone and scared. I walked outside to test the waters as people simply walked the streets. Had I imagined what had just happened? I was in shock I guess. I made my way down the street towards some nightclubs and partygoers. I did not recognize a single person on the streets or in the bars. Where was I? No one looked familiar. I've seen these buildings, the employees, the workers, the hotdog vendors numerous times in the past, but none of them were the same—they were all new people, different, more "alive".
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