Frozen Streets
You push open the heavy door and step into the cold night air. The street is too quiet. No cars. No barking dogs. Not even the wind.
People stand still as statues. Mr. Patel by the bus stop. The lady from the bakery. A boy with his bike. Their eyes are wide open, but they don't see you. They see something else — something only inside their heads.
The beep is doing this. Your heart thumps loud in your chest. You have to do something, and you have to do it now.