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Be Careful What You Wish For Chpt 4.
Chapter 4:
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, dark shadows across the empty town, Alan walked with an increasing sense of dread. The last rays of light offered no comfort; in fact, the approaching darkness only made him more aware of the oppressive silence, the eerie stillness that clung to everything.
His mind raced with questions. What had happened to everyone? Why had he been left behind? And what was that…thing? He couldn’t shake the image of the figure from his mind—its unnatural stillness, the way it had disappeared as if it had never been there. But he knew it had been. He could feel it.
As he made his way back to his house, every creak of a door, every rustle of wind sent a jolt of panic through him. His once-familiar town now felt like a foreign landscape, dangerous and full of unseen threats. He kept glancing over his shoulder, half-expecting to see that figure lurking just behind him, watching.
The streets were getting darker, and Alan’s sense of time slipped away. The sinking feeling in his stomach told him he couldn’t just go back home and pretend this wasn’t happening. He needed answers. He needed to know if this was something he could survive—if there was a way out of this nightmare.
But where could he go? Who could possibly help when there was no one left?
His thoughts turned to the outskirts of town—the old radio tower that stood on a hill, barely visible in the distance. It was a long shot, but if the power was still on, maybe he could get a signal out. Maybe he wasn’t the last person left. Maybe someone, somewhere, would hear him.
That small flicker of hope spurred him forward. He started toward the hill, his feet moving faster with each passing moment. As he left the center of...
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, dark shadows across the empty town, Alan walked with an increasing sense of dread. The last rays of light offered no comfort; in fact, the approaching darkness only made him more aware of the oppressive silence, the eerie stillness that clung to everything.
His mind raced with questions. What had happened to everyone? Why had he been left behind? And what was that…thing? He couldn’t shake the image of the figure from his mind—its unnatural stillness, the way it had disappeared as if it had never been there. But he knew it had been. He could feel it.
As he made his way back to his house, every creak of a door, every rustle of wind sent a jolt of panic through him. His once-familiar town now felt like a foreign landscape, dangerous and full of unseen threats. He kept glancing over his shoulder, half-expecting to see that figure lurking just behind him, watching.
The streets were getting darker, and Alan’s sense of time slipped away. The sinking feeling in his stomach told him he couldn’t just go back home and pretend this wasn’t happening. He needed answers. He needed to know if this was something he could survive—if there was a way out of this nightmare.
But where could he go? Who could possibly help when there was no one left?
His thoughts turned to the outskirts of town—the old radio tower that stood on a hill, barely visible in the distance. It was a long shot, but if the power was still on, maybe he could get a signal out. Maybe he wasn’t the last person left. Maybe someone, somewhere, would hear him.
That small flicker of hope spurred him forward. He started toward the hill, his feet moving faster with each passing moment. As he left the center of...
