Moves Like Last Night's Meltdown
Prologue
I ran, faster and faster, not truly knowing my destination. To be honest, the city lights were shining much too brightly, despite the fact no one was in the city. A painful reminder, yet a cold anestetic. They had all evacuated. This was the end of the world, I was sure. The apocalypse. The end of all humanity.
I stopped running, placing my hands on my knees, panting, and looked up. The cloudy sky was looming over me, with shadows I could not see. The air around me felt chilled. Cold; almost like ice touching your bare skin. I felt a sense of loneliness, I felt despair. But beyond all this, most of all, I felt afraid. I took a quick glance around, and sighed with relief. Nothing had spotted me. I didn't have to fight yet.
I glanced at my watch, and noticed it was 2 o' clock. AM, of course. I noticed I felt tired, and wondered how long I had been burned out like this. I decided to find a house that was unlocked, and rest there for the night.
I walked along the streets, and found a small house. It looked like one of those apartment houses, but I didn't care. I never had a home of my own, so this was a nice change of pace. I opened the door, and glanced around. No viruses. No danger.
I went to one of the first doors on my left, and found a bedroom. I placed my bag, holding only my clothes and a bottle of water, next to the bed, and laid down. I smiled. Tonight would be a good night.
'Or maybe not, Pat.'
My smile faded, and my eyes widened.
"Rey, what do you mean?" Rey was my... Alter ego, you could say.
'Nothing, rest. You'll need it for tomorrow...'
I sighed, 'okay, Rey...'
I closed my eyes, and quickly drifted into sleep, ignoring the worries I had.