How's my first chapter? He glanced at the clock on its digital clock, counting seconds. He had just turned 2:42. A tall black silhouette exhausts all its energy to get up while sitting on his bed in his bland, tidy, dark room.
His name is Roland Medlocke. 34. Single. And on the verge of being the only survivor of the Earth.
"A fear like no other"
To watch the stars, is to look beyond, to a place empty of validity. To go beyond life on Earth.
Chapter I
Roland out on her balcony of his hotel room rented the 23rd floor. He sees a star in the night sky gleeming, apparently sensitive beyond all others. He advises his thoughts for a moment, running through his mind trying to decide if we are alone in the universe. It is the decision uncautioned to leave this issue alone until morning. He lazily and almost blindedly light of the moon change dialation of pupils, heads back to his dark room, and headed towards the bed, pulls the covers over, out of the way, fixed, and replace is the door to the correct position. He grabbed the remote, the TV turns on, and the remote down on his bedside table.
Roland himself, akward, is naturally another person, mentally, all the others. He does not see things like everyone else, and perhaps the main reason for its future, the solitary existence as a prey. It is not one to take seriously irrelevant.
But what may have been irrelevant once in his mind, may be changed for the rest of his survival.
Roland falls fastly in the structure of peaceful sleep again, and for the rest of last night, the rest of humanity is asleep.
He wakes up at brightening ray of light crossing the crack in the curtains closed as the sun rose while his sleep. Curiously, in itself, he noted that the nagging question lost his mind just before dark, to bring to his attention that his main thought, as he opens his eyes to the next day. It does not address the poll as a top priority of the morning for a long time.
It then gathers the energy to get out of bed and goes in the small hotel bathroom. It feels light switch in the dark, dark bathroom, and it tilts up, but to his surprise, no cuts to light. He mutters under his breath fade It's great ...", and returns to the room, finally noticing the TV was not on when he awoke. He takes his cell phone off the night stand, and it opens to provide the necessary light, making his morning toilet.
He looks at his phone screen, and the opinions of his phone has no link, taking the liberty of calling someone from there if needed. With a dismal attitude, he walks back to the bathroom, the phone on the bathroom sink, turn the pivot which makes mobile screen opening and closing, at an angle where the light of the screen before shining on his face. He turns on the sink NOB, which provides hot water on, and heard a rumbling noise paniced from the sink, it only lasts for 2 seconds or so, as he looked carefully. Finally, a liquid emits FACETT only relieve his depression how her morning had started for a few seconds, he thinks it is water that comes from FACETT, but at his death, it is muddy, the water red-brown, as if it was water from a muddy puddle. He did not notice that it is not water. He puts his hands as if to grab a collection of water and start it on its face, covering the muddy water in his hand as he places them under the FACETT, and noticed that his hands have the feeling left a residue residing on the hands of the muddy water running over them. He quickly caught the towel that was in the cupboard under the sink and dry h.
Posted on April 25, 2010.
