Everything Went Dark
"Ŏ̶̦̰͂̃h̶̡̺͖́̽̍.̶̞̜͑̐̕ ̵͉̽Ȉ̸̫̗̜̕t̶̡̰̦̄ ̸̲͙̣̓å̸͓̳͔p̶̺̈̽͒p̴̤͇̏e̵̘̺̗̿á̶̡̨̺̕ŕ̷̬͚͕s̵̳͊ ̷͎̉͒y̴͕̅̂́o̸͈̰͚̎̽̍ù̷͎̂̓ ̶͚̪͐ḣ̷͙͂͌a̴̢̗̒̃̕v̸̗̈́͗̏ẹ̶̡̡̈ ̸̻̳͠g̷̈́͜u̴̞̝̟̅e̵̢͚͗s̵̝͉͌͂́s̴̹̰̃͆ę̴̢̩̿͒͝d̷̠̘́̈́̔ ̴̙̒i̸̢̭̼̋̉n̸͇̈́͝c̴͙͙̓͗̽ò̴͎͝r̴̨̒r̵͓̓̾̌ě̸̱̩̆͠c̴̻̣͐̔͛t̵͍̭͑̒́l̸̮̠͘ÿ̷̩́̋.̵̭̹͍̓̄ ̶̭͎̆̈́I̶̦̮͛͘'̸̫̝͔̋m̶̨͆ ̴̝̱̈́̓s̶̛̬̰̔́ǘ̸͎̱̆ŕ̶͈͉͎ẹ̸̲͂ ̶̧̬̫̊y̸̱͖͗̆̂ỏ̶̤̣̖u̶͉͠ ̴̠͍͐k̷̲̹̋́n̴̮͒͘ó̴̹͔̜̇w̴͕̟͑̋ ̷͙̲̀̚w̴̙̥̕͝ͅh̵̩̞͐ȃ̶̠̣̕͠ţ̶̮̈ ̵̼͗́h̵͉̘̐̀ḁ̸͌́͒p̴͚͙̳̎p̴̡̰͚͊ė̶̼̥͘͘n̵̤̂s̴̘̑ ̵̢̣̑͗̆n̸̠̥̾ỏ̵̭͇̹ẉ̸͂̔͛.̶̙͛̓͊ ̴̥̰̰̉̚Ì̷͙͔͉̒t̷̹̲̝̎̀ ̸̨͍͠w̴̘̳̔̒â̴̺̮̑͗ş̷͘ ̸͖̆̿͠n̵͍͊ḯ̷͙͌͜c̶̹̒̀̔e̷͎̥̕ ̴̗̬̿ǐ̵̲̙ͅn̷̦͎̜̋t̴̪͚̽̆e̴͇̙͘̚r̸͓͕͆̅ä̵̢̬̠́͂̑c̶̡͇̯̔͐t̴̝̹͙̐͆͊ị̸̥̻̌n̴̬̽̓̒g̸̢̳̀ ̴̠͇̍ẅ̵̖͔͉̾̃i̷̢̩̿t̵̺͋̓h̴̢̾̉̾ ̸̖̯̯̐y̵̢̰̅͌ó̷̥̎̅u̸̫̘̐̈.̷̳̊̎ ̵̠̦̿Ā̴̼̻͍͒u̸̗͛̀̈́ ̴̙̿͘ŗ̴͠è̶͙̟͉v̷̱̐́͒ǫ̸̔i̵͙̍r̸͖̮̊.̵̦̈̐͝" The Radio crackled, sounding vaguely taunting before the lights went out for a split second. When they came back on, one person, who was the actual murderer was gone. The Radio's voice and background white noise had faded out. Jordan and the other remaining person looked at each other with worried expressions. What was going to happen to them?
The lights went out again. Jordan and the other student clung onto each other out of fear. When they came back on, their clothes had changed to something similar to what a 1950s house wife would wear. Y'know, the super cute sun dresses with lacy aprons? Oooh, and the Mary Jane shoes! But the clothing isn't what's important. Even though it's super cute. What is important is the gym.
The gym had turned into a cute, 1950s house. A black and white TV was playing I Love Lucy. The radio in the kitchen was playing some Elvis. There was some curtains with an obnoxiously horrible floral pattern. Jordan shoved the curtains aside to look at the outside, hoping that there would be at least something they could use to escape. There wasn't anything bad. It was a happy neighborhood...filled with robots dressed in similar clothing the two students had on. It was the 1950s after all! Surely, you had grasped this by now.
The other student dashed to the front door and flung it open, hoping to reveal that what they saw was fake. It was not. There was robotic children were playing jump rope, hula hooping, and chasing a ball around outside. Other robots continued to walk on the sidewalks or drove by in cars. Weird, but not threatening. It was kinda cool actually. The other person went outside, probably to explore the house's surroundings. Maybe they would find a flaw in the design and find a way to get out. Jordan didn't follow. She wanted to look inside the house.It all seemed real, but she was still suspicious about what was going on. She noticed that there was a hatch on the floor. Jordan opened it with ease and found a panic room. That's right, a lot of houses around this time did have panic rooms in case of...oh no.
A loud explosion was heard in the distance. The entire house shook. Things fell out of cupboards and shelves. Dishes shattered on the floor. Jordan could smell the smoke. It made her sick. The TV now only played static and white noise. The radio had stopped the music and was now explaining that we were undergoing a nuclear attack. It advised everyone to take cover. It cut off shortly after that. Jordan dashed back to check out the windows. It was chaos. The robot people were running every which way. Mother robots were scooping up pets and children. Toys were left abandoned on front lawns. Some people even got out of their cars to run inside.
Jordan slammed the door shut and locked it. Where was the other person she was with? Doesn't matter. They were probably scrounging for supplies, right? Right. Jordan dashed back to the panic room. No one was there. Kitchen maybe? No one. Bathroom? Bedrooms? No one. There was pounding on the front door. Jordan ran back and frantically unlocked the front door.
Her friend looked terrible. They must have been caught in the aftermath of the explosion. Half of their skin was bright red, some of it was black even. Jordan could see their bones. The person fell on top of Jordan. She shoved them off of her. There was no hope to save her friend anymore. Jordan didn't know anything about healing burn wounds and she figured that if you could see several bones, then that person wouldn't last much longer anyways.
Jordan apologized several times over as she jumped to her feet and ran back to the panic room. She locked herself in. There was food. Some games. Water. A few sleeping bags and pillows. It would be enough for a good amount of time. Not forever. Another explosion that sounded much closer shook the house even harder. But she was safe in this panic room. Nothing to worry about. She drank some water. Ate some food.
This went on for days. Weeks even. Thankfully, there was a clock and calendar to help keep track of the days. Jordan got really good at solitaire. Being alone wasn't the most ideal situation, but it was fine. Better than ending up burnt by a nuke like her friend had. The explosions never really stopped. Whenever she thought there wouldn't be another and debated about getting out of the underground shelter, she heard another explosion. Some sounded far away and others sounded closer, yet none seemed to explode directly near the house she was in. Which was good, however by this point her food stash had ran out a few days ago. There was little water and no signs of the nuke attack stopping.
Jordan was currently playing a game she had made up using her many hours of free time. It was a mix of solitaire, checkers, and charades. It was entertaining. A little difficult to play on her own, but she was able to pretend. In her best game of..whatever this was, she had pretended to be seven different players. That was fun. But now, she was really tired. Even though she had all teh time in the world to sleep, she just couldn't. She was bored, hungry, dehydrated, and scared. Once she had finished playing her game--which she won, in case you were curious--she took her last swig of water. There wasn't much left. It was really just a few drops.
Jordan set the water bottle down and went to bed. And this time, she was able to close her eyes. Everything went dark.
The lights went out again. Jordan and the other student clung onto each other out of fear. When they came back on, their clothes had changed to something similar to what a 1950s house wife would wear. Y'know, the super cute sun dresses with lacy aprons? Oooh, and the Mary Jane shoes! But the clothing isn't what's important. Even though it's super cute. What is important is the gym.
The gym had turned into a cute, 1950s house. A black and white TV was playing I Love Lucy. The radio in the kitchen was playing some Elvis. There was some curtains with an obnoxiously horrible floral pattern. Jordan shoved the curtains aside to look at the outside, hoping that there would be at least something they could use to escape. There wasn't anything bad. It was a happy neighborhood...filled with robots dressed in similar clothing the two students had on. It was the 1950s after all! Surely, you had grasped this by now.
The other student dashed to the front door and flung it open, hoping to reveal that what they saw was fake. It was not. There was robotic children were playing jump rope, hula hooping, and chasing a ball around outside. Other robots continued to walk on the sidewalks or drove by in cars. Weird, but not threatening. It was kinda cool actually. The other person went outside, probably to explore the house's surroundings. Maybe they would find a flaw in the design and find a way to get out. Jordan didn't follow. She wanted to look inside the house.It all seemed real, but she was still suspicious about what was going on. She noticed that there was a hatch on the floor. Jordan opened it with ease and found a panic room. That's right, a lot of houses around this time did have panic rooms in case of...oh no.
A loud explosion was heard in the distance. The entire house shook. Things fell out of cupboards and shelves. Dishes shattered on the floor. Jordan could smell the smoke. It made her sick. The TV now only played static and white noise. The radio had stopped the music and was now explaining that we were undergoing a nuclear attack. It advised everyone to take cover. It cut off shortly after that. Jordan dashed back to check out the windows. It was chaos. The robot people were running every which way. Mother robots were scooping up pets and children. Toys were left abandoned on front lawns. Some people even got out of their cars to run inside.
Jordan slammed the door shut and locked it. Where was the other person she was with? Doesn't matter. They were probably scrounging for supplies, right? Right. Jordan dashed back to the panic room. No one was there. Kitchen maybe? No one. Bathroom? Bedrooms? No one. There was pounding on the front door. Jordan ran back and frantically unlocked the front door.
Her friend looked terrible. They must have been caught in the aftermath of the explosion. Half of their skin was bright red, some of it was black even. Jordan could see their bones. The person fell on top of Jordan. She shoved them off of her. There was no hope to save her friend anymore. Jordan didn't know anything about healing burn wounds and she figured that if you could see several bones, then that person wouldn't last much longer anyways.
Jordan apologized several times over as she jumped to her feet and ran back to the panic room. She locked herself in. There was food. Some games. Water. A few sleeping bags and pillows. It would be enough for a good amount of time. Not forever. Another explosion that sounded much closer shook the house even harder. But she was safe in this panic room. Nothing to worry about. She drank some water. Ate some food.
This went on for days. Weeks even. Thankfully, there was a clock and calendar to help keep track of the days. Jordan got really good at solitaire. Being alone wasn't the most ideal situation, but it was fine. Better than ending up burnt by a nuke like her friend had. The explosions never really stopped. Whenever she thought there wouldn't be another and debated about getting out of the underground shelter, she heard another explosion. Some sounded far away and others sounded closer, yet none seemed to explode directly near the house she was in. Which was good, however by this point her food stash had ran out a few days ago. There was little water and no signs of the nuke attack stopping.
Jordan was currently playing a game she had made up using her many hours of free time. It was a mix of solitaire, checkers, and charades. It was entertaining. A little difficult to play on her own, but she was able to pretend. In her best game of..whatever this was, she had pretended to be seven different players. That was fun. But now, she was really tired. Even though she had all teh time in the world to sleep, she just couldn't. She was bored, hungry, dehydrated, and scared. Once she had finished playing her game--which she won, in case you were curious--she took her last swig of water. There wasn't much left. It was really just a few drops.
Jordan set the water bottle down and went to bed. And this time, she was able to close her eyes. Everything went dark.
