Saturday, November 10, 2012

What happens after you take over the world.

There had been life here previously. But, now everything was dead. I cut down the trees, and chopped everything in the forest. No more people were left to watch, but I had managed to fend for myself pretty well during that time. It bothered me to think about the others. It was nice being out here alone and all, but-

I decided to set out and see what I could find. There was a store, in an even-more-deserted-than-usual area around the highway. I had been here before, to the Middle of Nowhere, but with others. This time you could hear wind, smell air.

The store was empty, of course. I checked the fridge. A year old beer. Not fresh or anything. I tasted it. Nope. Not fresh.

A sound. Coming from the back was a sound. The storage room. That's where it came from. I slowly stepped forward, picking up a baseball bat "For Sale" along the way. I had not seen another human being in a full year. A full year, three months, two days and an hour and thirty minutes to be precise (my watch still worked, and I like to keep track of the days).

Something hit me. I looked up - tried to look up. Something dripping on my hands... Damn kids. I stared at what looked like a reflection. It was myself. Like a mirror. I turned around to see if anyone else was accompanying this "other me". The image slowly faded away, and I found myself in the store again. Alone. Well, actually not really, I was more or less with myself. That's right. It's a good thing I had gotten rid of the others. Sometimes I had to remind myself of how it felt to be with just me. I had gotten rid of them, and left some for later. Then, I had taken care of them too. There weren't anymore left now. I stepped over one of the bleeding bodies and reached for another beer. There would be enough for the next few weeks or so. After that, I'd just have to find another store. In the meantime, might as well enjoy my world, finally free of the one thing I hated most: people.

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