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abandoned home. The aroma of food, the smell of bath products and even the scent of diaper cream all leapt out. Whoever lived here couldn’t have been gone for long. Where they went and where they were now, though, was a good question.
Nancy stepped cautiously into the kitchen. It was relatively clean with a few dirty dishes piled in the sink. Glass-paneled cabinets hung from the walls and a pie sat on the counter in a glass baking dish wrapped in plastic wrap. While the smell had made Nancy’s mouth water when she first came into the house, the sight of the pie caused her stomach to grumble loudly as she realized just how hungry she was.
Forgetting all about her initial fears, Nancy rushed to the pie and tore off the plastic wrap, grabbing a piece of it with her hands and devouring it greedily. As she ate, she realized that she hadn’t eaten in… How long has it been? A day? It feels like it’s been a week. Who knows how long I was unconscious, though.
After the third slice, Nancy opened a cabinet above the sink and took out a glass. She filled it with water from a pitcher on the counter and drained it, then sat down at the kitchen table with her pie and continued eating. When she finished devouring the entire pie, she leaned back in her chair. Hunger satiated, she looked around the kitchen and noticed a sheet of paper taped to the front of the refrigerator across the room.
Edgar – Thanks for looking after the place while we’re away. Help yourself to anything in the fridge and enjoy the pie. – Helen
Once she finished reading the note, Nancy felt bad for eating the entire pie, then she grew puzzled. There hadn’t been a single slice of the pie missing and she hadn’t seen anyone else around the house or barn, either. The note certainly explained why the owners were gone, but that mystery was now replaced with wondering who “Edgar” was and why he wasn’t at the house.
Nancy continued to scan the kitchen when she spotted a phone hanging on the wall. She virtually sprang from her chair and grabbed it. She hurriedly dialed 911 on the keypad and held the phone up to her ear. Her face slumped when she realized that the phone was dead. She went to the refrigerator next, an old relic that looked like it would be more in place in the 1990’s than now. She opened it and grimaced at the food that was already beginning to spoil due to a lack of electricity.
10:07 AM, March 29, 2038
Marcus Warden
The sounds of crows squawking loudly atop the bus woke Marcus from his sleep. Light streamed in through the dirty, broken windows, making him squint as he began to stir. As he pushed himself up, the pain returned to his hand and he winced as he clutched it to his chest. Once in a sitting position, Marcus peeled back the bandage and looked at the cut, breathing a sigh of relief. While it had crusted over and was still slightly red, there was no sign of any infection. Being careful not to pull any of the scab off, he removed the bandage, doused it with the last of the open bottle of vodka and wrapped it up again, more firmly this time.
Time to get moving , he thought as he began to crawl along the overturned seats towards the door of the bus. As he passed over the pieces of the broken lantern, he sighed. Damn shame. At least I still have matches. Marcus had been in a rush when he passed through the last convenience store and hadn’t thought that he would need to take more than one lantern with him. The decision made sense at the time, but in retrospect it seemed quite foolish.
After climbing out onto the side of the bus, Marcus pulled a map out from his backpack that he had found at the convenience store and stretched it out across the bus windows. He sat cross-legged in front of it, comparing his location to where he needed to go. By his estimations, he was between five and seven days away from Richmond, assuming that he would have to walk the entire way. If he could find a working
Nancy stepped cautiously into the kitchen. It was relatively clean with a few dirty dishes piled in the sink. Glass-paneled cabinets hung from the walls and a pie sat on the counter in a glass baking dish wrapped in plastic wrap. While the smell had made Nancy’s mouth water when she first came into the house, the sight of the pie caused her stomach to grumble loudly as she realized just how hungry she was.
Forgetting all about her initial fears, Nancy rushed to the pie and tore off the plastic wrap, grabbing a piece of it with her hands and devouring it greedily. As she ate, she realized that she hadn’t eaten in… How long has it been? A day? It feels like it’s been a week. Who knows how long I was unconscious, though.
After the third slice, Nancy opened a cabinet above the sink and took out a glass. She filled it with water from a pitcher on the counter and drained it, then sat down at the kitchen table with her pie and continued eating. When she finished devouring the entire pie, she leaned back in her chair. Hunger satiated, she looked around the kitchen and noticed a sheet of paper taped to the front of the refrigerator across the room.
Edgar – Thanks for looking after the place while we’re away. Help yourself to anything in the fridge and enjoy the pie. – Helen
Once she finished reading the note, Nancy felt bad for eating the entire pie, then she grew puzzled. There hadn’t been a single slice of the pie missing and she hadn’t seen anyone else around the house or barn, either. The note certainly explained why the owners were gone, but that mystery was now replaced with wondering who “Edgar” was and why he wasn’t at the house.
Nancy continued to scan the kitchen when she spotted a phone hanging on the wall. She virtually sprang from her chair and grabbed it. She hurriedly dialed 911 on the keypad and held the phone up to her ear. Her face slumped when she realized that the phone was dead. She went to the refrigerator next, an old relic that looked like it would be more in place in the 1990’s than now. She opened it and grimaced at the food that was already beginning to spoil due to a lack of electricity.
10:07 AM, March 29, 2038
Marcus Warden
The sounds of crows squawking loudly atop the bus woke Marcus from his sleep. Light streamed in through the dirty, broken windows, making him squint as he began to stir. As he pushed himself up, the pain returned to his hand and he winced as he clutched it to his chest. Once in a sitting position, Marcus peeled back the bandage and looked at the cut, breathing a sigh of relief. While it had crusted over and was still slightly red, there was no sign of any infection. Being careful not to pull any of the scab off, he removed the bandage, doused it with the last of the open bottle of vodka and wrapped it up again, more firmly this time.
Time to get moving , he thought as he began to crawl along the overturned seats towards the door of the bus. As he passed over the pieces of the broken lantern, he sighed. Damn shame. At least I still have matches. Marcus had been in a rush when he passed through the last convenience store and hadn’t thought that he would need to take more than one lantern with him. The decision made sense at the time, but in retrospect it seemed quite foolish.
After climbing out onto the side of the bus, Marcus pulled a map out from his backpack that he had found at the convenience store and stretched it out across the bus windows. He sat cross-legged in front of it, comparing his location to where he needed to go. By his estimations, he was between five and seven days away from Richmond, assuming that he would have to walk the entire way. If he could find a working
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