The room was very dark, almost as if the night has fallen outside. But I knew it was morning. There was something funny about the room. It consisted of only one double bed and a huge cabinet that covered two walls in the room. On the opposite side of the cabinet, were one door that led to the hall of the house, and a window on the other wall with thick curtains that didn’t let the sun in.
I was sitting in my room, packing my stuff into the bag. I sighed and stopped for a moment. Everything was still, except muted rhythmic noise that came from bellow the ground. I went outside to the courtyard and spread the map of Northern America on the wooden table that was in the center of the yard. I was studying the map when I heard someone coming. My boyfriend was standing by my side, also studying the map with worried expression on his face.
“The noise is louder. It’s not good. We need to get out of here.” I rose my head and looked him into the face, frightened: “I know. But there is only room for the two of us. Others will be left to fight for their own life.” His voice was emotionless, which confused me. “Then you need to be ready soon.” He walked away.
I went back to my room and continued packing. Now, what do I need? Hmm, the bag is small, I can’t carry much. Decide wisely, girl, or you will die. Okay, for now, I need a couple of underwear and my computer. Should I carry cables for it? Not that there will be much electricity after everything crashes down. That settled it – no cables. I picked up the bag and went outside again and looked at our transportation.
It was a helicopter, or rather, it had a skeleton that looked like it and had a propeller like it. There was a computer with which this transportation could be handled. I knew that I was the only one who can drive that thing. Impatiently, I waited for my boyfriend to come out. We need to move fast! I tried to start the machine, but the computer was locked and only my boyfriend had the password to unlock it. I sighed again and found myself standing next to the transportation. He walked from the house packed and put the bag on the table outside.
Then I saw an older man coming toward us. He was short and bold. And skinny too. I ignored him, but my boyfriend sat with him to drink. What?! “We should get moving.” He looked at me and said cheerfully: “Come on, not that we need to hurry now. Everything is under control, don’t worry.”
Rolling my eyes I decided to go for a walk. Men, I thought. He would rather die, than pass a drink. I walked down the road to the first store that was open and turned back. I hope he finished that drink. I was frightened the whole time. I don’t want to die. When I came back they were still sitting and drinking. “That was enough”, I said, “we need to get going.”
My boyfriend sighed and rose from the table. But then my phone started ringing. Shaking, I started rummaging through my bag to find my cell phone, but I couldn’t. The phone kept ringing, and ringing…
I found myself in my bed. Cellphone was on my table in my apartment, ringing.
“Hello?” “Hey sweetie, it’s me. Did I wake you up?” “Yes, sadly. Listen, honey, you wouldn’t believe what dream I had last night……