100 Words a Day 892

Steph peeked around the corner. Cars were scattered about the wide road, abandoned by drivers fleeing for their lives. There was no movement. There was no sound. No smells. Steph scanned the silent skyscrapers, searching for any movement or anomaly. Seeing nothing, she sprinted across the divide towards the next alley. She paused entering, listening for movement. Hearing nothing, she checked the street again before continuing forward. She repeated her nervous survey when she reached the next street, and so on until she reached the edge of downtown. Travel became more dangerous without the network of alleys to hid in.

100 Words a Day 891

Steve locked the doors to the shop for the last time and we trudged across the street to the bar. The other employees were already there waiting for us. They were seated in a long row at the bar, uniformly staring down at their half-drunk beers. The other regular patrons carried on as was typical for a Friday, not noticing the silent pocket we had created. When Steve sat down Josh patted him on the shoulder and handed him a beer.

“What are you going to do now?”  Greg asked Sara.

“Move in with my sister I guess.” She shrugged.

100 Words a Day 890

The sun was still high in the summer sky when the street suddenly filled with people hurrying towards the train. It happened like this every weekday. The instant the workday ended, the office people that manned the skyscrapers that made up the steel forest of downtown flooded into the streets and made their way to the high speed trains that would take them back to their bedroom communities. These consisted of rows of identical houses radiating out from the train station. Some had shiny, expensive cars parked in front of them. They all had meticulously manicured lawns and garish gardens.