The horrendous sounds from outside had finally subsided. So with his
heart still pounding in his chest, his breathlessly scrabbled his way
back up to the entrance of the cold, damp overflow pipe he had taken
refuge in. Then, like a small vole emerging from it burrow, he risked a
look outside.
What greeted him was a deafening wall of silence.
No sound whatsoever. No traffic, no shouting, the jets that had earlier
filled the skies above him had gone, and the sickening screams and
gunfire from just 30 minutes ago were no more. Not even a bird was
offering up it's song somewhere in the distance to give him a glimmer of
hope.
The machines, whatever they were, had gone and so it
seemed had everyone else. He was half expecting to see the limp bodies
of victims strewn all around him, but there were none to be seen. What
was now terrifying him the most was the fact that there was no sign
anywhere that anything had happened at all. The only sounds he could
hear was his own labored breath bursting from his lungs, and his heavy
heartbeat throbbing in his ears.
He stood up, clambered over
the rubble and up to the mound on edge of the park. Standing there in
the cold, bright sunlight of a new dawn, he surveyed the silent eerie
scene. There was no getting away from it, for now it seemed he was
definitely on his own.
* * *
So that was the lovely
dream that accompanied me throughout the night last night! Honestly
sometimes I do curse the fact of my overactive imagination. Still it is a
lovely, bright, early spring day out there today, so I shall cast all
that dread filled sleep aside and welcome the dawning of this brand new
shiny Wednesday with open arms and give it a great big wet sloppy kiss!
HMMMMMMMMWAH! xx
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