Hello so here is the 2nd chapter :) I know it's been awhile since I last uploaded but better late than never! This chapter is much shorter than the last one I hope that's alright. And I know, no one really reads it but hey I gotta start somewhere! Again as before, any and all feedback is very much appreciated. :)
Chapter 2
Lola continued to walk down the alley, still thinking about the box, when she realized how quiet it had gotten. She stopped and listened. Not a sound. You couldn't hear any people or cars as one would normally expect from a busy London road on a Friday afternoon. A feeling of unease started to creep up on her and moved up her spine making every hair on her body stand. Her instinct was telling her that something wasn't right. She turned around nervously a few times to see if anyone was behind her but no one was there. Carefully she placed one foot in front of the other approaching the opening to the main road ahead. Though the tall buildings to her left and right limited her vision to the open street as she got closer, in the frame she saw not a single person walked by, no buses or cars drove past. What was going on? Just before she reached the road she stopped and took a deep breath. Her heart was racing and adrenaline was pumping through her veins. What was she going to do? What was expecting her on the open road? She took another deep breath, gathered all her courage and stepped into the street.
It was empty. Nobody was there. The street was competently deserted. The cars stood untouched in the middle of the way, as if everyone had just shut of their engines at the same time and left. She stepped further into the road, and looked up and down the street. Shopping bags lay scattered on the sidewalk as they just were dropped. She ran across to a cafe and stepped inside. "Hello?", she called out. "Is anybody there?! Please where is everybody?" No one replied. Plates full of freshly cooked food were on the tables. Coats and bags were hung over the chairs and wallets and phones where left on the table. A televisions in the corner was running a news channel but there was no news man or woman reporting. All you could see was the empty studio. She backed up and bumped into a chair, causing it to fall over. The sound of it hitting the ground was louder than she anticipated and it made her jump. Lola but it back into its original place and suddenly remembered something: the disappearances. The news had reported about it. Her mind was racing. Is there a link between the disappearances and this? What if instead of a group of people whole of London has gone missing?! What if... what if not only London but... the whole world? No that's impossible! How could 8 billion people just vanish? Oh my God, what if I am the last person on earth?! But why wasn't I taken? What makes me so special? All of these thoughts made her sick and her heart was pounding. It felt like the world was spinning too fast she could feel she was about to faint. Fresh air, she thought, I need fresh air. She stumbled out of the cafe knocking over a few more chairs. Outside she bent over and placed her hands on her lower thighs, and breathed heavily. She stayed like that until the dizziness faded and stood up straight again. She looked up and noticed that the sun had almost set and streetlamps switched on. Just like on that last day of her week off, the last time she say her Nan and the little cottage by the sea. Memories of the old place came back to her; the smell of the roses and freshly brewed coffee. The sound of the waves and seagulls screeching. Kids playing along the beach, collecting seashells, laughing and running around. Her grandmother baking in the kitchen, and her grandfather telling her stories of the impossible. She closed her eyes and wiped away a tear on her cheek. What if that was the last time she saw Nan? And Jeremy and Madi? Will she ever see t... Her thoughts where interrupted by a sound. She turned her head. It sounded like marching, like the marching of solders. Maybe the military? Maybe I'm not alone after all! The sound was coming form a few blocks down, to the right of her. She turned to meet the sound. It started to get closer. The marching reached the main road and turned to her. Her jaw dropped and she completely froze. It was the marching of solders alright but not like the ones she expected. These things were extremely tall. Almost seven feet, she estimated. And very slender. They were dressed in black from head to toe with long robes, like something a monk would wear. They had white masks on with two low-set oval cut-outs, presumably for the eyes, but the holes where entirely black. And from there heads there grew two twisted, black horns from either side. She was glued to the ground, unable to move due to the shock and her fear. Every muscle in her body yelled at her to move but she couldn't! They got closer and pulled their guns from the side and pointed it at Lola. She had to move! Run! Suddenly a hand grabbed her arm from behind, she turned her head to meet a man in blue suit with brown eyes and messy, brown hair, who looked her dead in eye and said "Run". He took her by the hand and then he pulled her off.
