Chapter 26
I had never realised that I might have lived in a ghost apartment, when day came there was a lot of movement early in the morning, shuffling and hushed shouts as if yesterday's shooter would hear their shouts. For an hour this happened, cars left outside and it was quiet.
I felt alone.
When six A.M came and I stepped out of my flat, every footstep and squeak of my leather shoes on the stone floor was loud and desolate. No one moved in their apartments. No one was in their apartments.
I felt isolated.
The stairs were unbearably empty, the same with the entrance, even the doors were louder and seeming emptier.
The streets were the worst. I made a step and my footstep seemingly echoed for miles and no one responded.
Unlike when the first murders happened, everyone hid and left the town silent. Now it was dead, the town was a rotting corpse.
I was alone. Alone in my own block.
'Damien! Kenneth! Karen!' I listed frantically in my own mind. I could go and see if Kenneth and his sister were ok first.
As I sprinted down the streets I didn't care if anyone saw me and judged. There was no one to watch and no one to judge. The streets were dead, the houses were dead. I wasn't in a ghost apartment or even a ghost block, I was in a ghost town.
South Park was dead.
