When a city of six thousand people disappears overnight you begin to look behind you to see who is following you…
This is where I am right now; I picked the library because I thought it would be a safe place. Three other people have just entered the unlocked doors. They all are covered in white skin, fair-haired, mixed with some silver. Each individual wears over the eyes some degree of optical adjustment. I have heard in the past this may be due to excessive use of books but I can’t really substantiate that as a fact.
Outside it is a different story. The most welcoming of chairs attracting no one. They are just lined up at attention awaiting inspection, but even the inspector is not in sight.
I thought I had heard the bounce of a ball in the distance but when I approached ever so carefully not one person was in view. Ghost basketball? Is that even a game?
The ping-pong area produced the same results, as did the miniature golf greens.
You know I hear the children are the first to go. They are such tender succulent morsels and make the most perfect appetizer to any meal.
A few more turns about the decks produced no answers to the questions I had. I was just grateful that for now I had been over-looked. Perhaps they don’t want the older ones, just too tough.