I wake up from a peaceful sleep and everything is silent. It’s still early in the morning and I think nothing more of it. My house is eerily empty. Where is everyone? I go outside after getting ready – the cars are frosty and static. I walk further and further along the road but still I see no one. Not one person. Starting to get slightly scared , I run past various shops just looking for some sign of life.
I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. The fear of being alone rises through me. The shops appear dark and forgotten. There must be someone, someone, that can tell me what is going on?
The cars still parked on the side of the road, line the desolate streets; nothing moves apart from me as I walk dazed and confused, my head trying to comprehend this now terrifying ordeal.
Suddenly, a loud bang rings through my ears! I jump nearly out of my skin and turn round towards the noise to see a pitiful sight before me: a cat digging and sniffing in a knocked over wheelie-bin. The cat, a dirty grey and white, stares at me intently as though he knows what is happening right now in my mind.
An almost sympathetic stare.
He and I are living through the same fear.
The same fear of not coming across a soul in years to come.
The same fear of being alone…