The Morning After

The silence is the first thing you notice. The constant, low hum of the world is gone. Your head aches. You're in the basement, surrounded by shelves of canned food and old computer parts. The single lightbulb above flickers, casting long shadows. Before it goes out you notice, the clock on the wall is frozen: 12:00. It's January 1st, 2000.

Glancing around, An old desktop computer sits on a metal desk in the corner, its CRT monitor dark. A heavy wooden door leads upstairs.

Darknes envelopes the basement.

Reaching up you rub your eye's trying to clear your thoughts, as you notice a small red blinking light blaring from the back of the computer...

BLINK.... BLINK..... BLINK....