The outside world can wait. Survival is about caution. You spend the next hour dragging a heavy bookshelf in front of the main door and wedging chairs under the doorknobs. You double-check that all the windows are locked. The house is now a fortress.
You retreat to the kitchen with your small stash of supplies from the basement, feeling a sense of security. The sun begins to set, painting the silent houses in hues of orange and red. As darkness falls, you realize your fortress is also a prison. And you are very, very alone.
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