Don't Be...Dead

4 1/2- Empty London

This section might not make much sense, but it will later. It's really really short which is why it's chapter 4 1/2.

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I awoke to find myself in London. Or at least, it appeared to be London. I could see the vague shapes of Big Ben and the other monuments stretched out in the distance. However, looking around the usual bustling of people was gone. In fact, the whole place was completely vacant. Nobody was in sight. Confused and unsure, I began to walk towards where my flat was, or at least should have been if I was actually in London.

I stopped at what should have been my flat. Instead of saying 221 like it should have, my name was on the door, carved in in cursive. I stuffed my hands in the pockets of my coat only to have my fingers brush against something. I pulled it out and looked at it. It was a key, an old rusty skeleton key. Confused and hesitant, I placed it in the door which swung open with barely a touch.