The sun gives off the right amount of heat for me to feel at ease. I lift my feet from off of the heated sand, grab my board, and run towards the ocean. The ocean is a translucent crystal blue color. It is so light that I can see my own reflection, perfectly, through the water. My happy place. I can see a wave forming in the distance. It’s 12:32, the perfect time for high tides. I lay my stomach on the board as I paddle through the cold water. I reach the wave and ride it as it pushes me back towards where I started. I repeat again.
The ground is cold. There are no walls. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Everything is moving so quickly. I can hear the sounds of bombs and screams in the distance. Gun fire. Night has fallen and I am lost without a shelter. The enemies are coming. I stop for a moment to take a breath and lay down on the cold ground with weeds. I’m surrendering myself.
It’s 2277, 200 years since the world has been deserted. The world was quiet. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of wind passing by. The world was empty. New York train stations once filled with people were now left with nothing but empty hallways. The world was