Dusk

chapter 1

"Help" I moan.

"Help me." Then it dawns on me, who am I?

I open my eyes to find myself laying on a bed in an unrecognizable room.

I spring out of the bed and make my way to what I would think is the front door.

Emptiness. No one. It's deserted. Every house in the neighborhood is vacant.

I drop to my knees in the middle of the street and grab my head as whispers of questions fly through my head, millions at a time.

Where am I? Who am I? What am I doing here? Don't I have family? Don't I have a past? Where is everyone?

The undying truth of the situation is I have no answer to any of the millions upon millions of questions beckoning an answer. I am mentally, physically, and emotionally unable to comprehend or remember anything about my past including my name, my age, my eye color, anything.

Internal fear is taking over. I lock my hands behind my head and clench my eyes shut.

I don't know how long it is before I come to my senses and I focus on breathing.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

"Pull yourself together". I mumble to myself as I unclench my hands from behind my head. I pull myself up from my crouched position in the street and rub my temples in hopes to get rid of the oncoming headache.

A long growl comes from my stomach and I realize I'm hungry. I know it's a long shot but I walk into the house I started in to see if there's any food inside. Surprisingly the fridge is full.

"Why is the fridge fully stocked and there's not a soul in sight?" I mumble to myself as I numbly grab a few things to eat.

I wonder down the street for any sign of people and find nothing. Every house is stocked with food. It's like the neighborhood is alive but the people are dead.

I need to make a plan, I need answers.

I just don't know how to get the answers. I can't answer one of my questions in the tiniest amount. What I do know is that I'm not going to get my answers in this town.

Tonight I'm going to roam every house finding things that could come in handy and leave tomorrow at sunrise.

When is tomorrow? Ever sense I woke up the sky has been constant. It's a beautiful blue with streaks of pink, light enough to see clearly but dark enough to dimly see the stars. A never ending dusk. It's as if time doesn't exist and that terrifies me.

I shake my head and trudge to the next house in search of a bag. I need to stay focused and not let the infinity amount of questions slow me down.

I walk into a small yellow house and look around. The house is full of things, the only thing it's missing is the family.
I walk out to the garage and to my luck find camping equipment. I grab the camping backpack and a few other things that look like could be helpful and move onto the next house.

The whole neighborhood is the same thing, nice, full, homey house. Just minus the family. I groan and drag the backpack to the house I originated in and make my way to the bedroom to get some rest before I leave tomorrow.

This is if tomorrow exists.

I let my mind wonder the moments before sleep and the questions beckon to be answered once again.

Who am I?
Where am I?
What is this never ending dusk?
Why are there no people?
Are there people out there looking for me?

Will I be alone forever?

I close my eyes and let the darkness take over.