No One Saw This Coming

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Molotov Trio
2019
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The TV has gradually turned to static. Black, white, and grey snowflakes aimlessly dancing on the screen. He looks at his watch, time stopped seven hours ago. He gets up out of the rocking chair and goes to the window. The Sun nothing but a light gray dot in a sky of ash. The chair still rocking but gradually becoming still, his breathing becoming more labored. The power goes out. He grabs his keys and leaves the house.

On the desolate highway. The night somehow darker than he can ever remember it being. Leafless silhouettes of trees standing perfectly still. Pale fires emitting thin columns of smoke. Constantly weaving around knotted metal, married with spoiled organic matter. Heading east.

 

The gas light flickers a faint orange warning. He pulls off the highway into a small town. Less of a town and more of an ash littered carcass. Broken glass caked with dirt, wet tangled clothes, abandoned cars formerly shelter for small rodents now leaking black liquid onto decaying flesh. He steps out of the truck into no sound. Not even the wind has advice. He parks the truck next to a green Cadillac, hoping it has gas to spare.

 

He walks into the local convenience store. Dust and grease covered bones offered by gray metal shelves. The smell of rot permeates the air. His stomach folding over itself. He hears a sound and sees a young girl lying on the ground. Painful whispers leaving her lips. Rolling her over he can see the deep red life draining from her glass pierced stomach, spiderwebs scarlet on the fissured floor. He quickly grabs as much canned food as possible and runs to the truck. No one saw this coming.