authorr-beee
- Reads 608
- Votes 84
- Parts 30
The world didn't end in fire or chaos. It ended in silence.
One moment, I was in class, staring out the window, half-listening to my professor drone on about deadlines. The next, a deafening blast shook the ground, a flash of blinding white swallowing everything around me.
And then-nothing.
When I opened my eyes, the lecture hall was empty. The seats, the desks, the bags students had left behind-everything was still there. But the people? Gone.
I ran. Through the hallways, down the stairs, into the streets. I screamed for someone-anyone. The roads were lined with abandoned cars, doors hanging open like their owners had simply vanished mid-step. The air felt wrong, too still, too quiet. Even the wind had disappeared.
Heart pounding, I reached home. My mother's slippers were by the door. Her cup of tea was on the table, still warm. But she wasn't there.
No one was.
I checked my phone. No calls. No messages. Just an empty world staring back at me.
Then, after fifteen minutes of suffocating silence-my phone buzzed.
A Weverse notification.
"Anyone there?"
It was BTS.
The only proof that I wasn't completely alone.
But if we were still here... where did everyone else go? And why do I have a feeling that we're running out of time?