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I don't belong anywhere in this world now. Thought Natasha while she was walking along the beach of her very recently deceased parent's house. They had been killed in a fire. They were both making dinner while I was driving home from college orientation that weekend, she was going to leave in two months. A man had broken in and robbed them. While exiting, he began firing at the stove. The main gas line had been hit. It caused a fire that killed them both. I had gotten to the house just as the house became engulfed in flames. The police had no ideas as to who could have done it.
"So now where I am I going to go?" She thought. Her parents were both only-children and her grandparents were all dead. "I am not going to live at an orphanage. Hmmm. Maybe a dorm at college would be nice." She kept talking to herself trying to get the horrifying image of her house ablaze out of her mind.
Suddenly she fell to her knees in the sand. "DAMN IT! GOD! WHY? Why me? Why my family!" she cried. Tears rolling down her eyes she screamed at the water, knowing that no answer would ever come to answer her.
After an hour of crying on the beach she left and went into the town near the house, or what was left of it. Natasha hoped that the local people could help her, her parents had always been the social type. But that had never been how Natasha was. She was the one who never talked to people during her class, sat by herself wherever she went, and whenever she spoke it seemed only to be an interruption of another's conversation.
Walking along the main road, Natasha just stared at the ground. Not thinking of anything, just walking. Once in town she expected to have everyone around her trying to comfort her. It would be better than having no one to talk to at all. But as she looked up she saw her old town, a town of about eight hundred, more-or-less. But looking at all the stores along the road, she noticed something irregular.
No one was there. Not a single person. No one outside, and after she looked in some of the buildings, no one inside the stores. But that wasn't all. There was no wind, no rustling of leaves, no sounds by the bugs, no animal noises, no car engines, no mechanical equipment was on or even making a hum sound.
NATASHA POV
As I walked down the road, I didn't make a sound myself, nothing could disturb this profound silence. I tried to make to make a sound, but I couldn't. It wasn't that something was stopping me, but it was so quiet that I couldn't make myself talk. After a minute of standing there I finally heard something. Two things actually. The first sounded like millions of knives scraping along a chalk board, but it was so loud I had to cover my ears. "What the hell was that?"
Then the second noise came.
"R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N!"
A short beginning I know, but just go with it.