by DONYEA
We are the lucky ones. Every day the large figure grabs up all. Some return, most don’t. They leave for an unknown abyss outside of the world we know. The rest of us return to the incubator. Some of us, in fear that the next day we’ll be gone, or a loved one. Others live curious of the other side of the incubators doors, hoping that the others are alive.
My brother has an announcement to make. He told me earlier that he believes he knows a way to find out who is next:
“Attention everyone, please, listen up. We don’t know what is on the other side, but I think I know how to get there.
“You wanna go out there?” the old shoe salesman yelled.
Distinct chatter sparked amongst everyone only to be interrupted by the chief of police. After yelling he demanded that everyone listen to my brother. So he continued,
“I believe that everyone under that (motioning upward to the weird angle of the wall) will be the first to go because of how the figure moves our home.
“I don’t believe you,” someone yelled.
“I’ve been studying this for days, Jasper was right over there when he disappeared! The same as my mother. We need to know where they went, so who wants to volunteer to stay there when the figure comes back?
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