The sun was setting.

The door was locked and boarded up.

What light he had left was slipping away beyond the horizon.

He looked through the slits in the iron plates and the sun was setting in a fireball on the edge of the world. In this light one could not see the blood stains in the streets and it almost looked like the world was normal again…Almost.

The streets looked as if rush hour was in full swing. Cars were lined up bumper to bumper. Most had lost their owners months ago. Some of them still with their drivers at the wheel, motionless.

He waited with dred for the noise to start. It was usually at full volume at this point. Maye they had moved on he hoped to himself.

His watch said that two days, six hours, and 10 minutes had passed since he locked the doors.

He laughed to himself as he looked at his watch. It was the last thing that he had that was a remnant of his old way of life.

As the sun finished its decent and darkness took the room. . . he heard it.

They hadn’t left after all.