I have just published this short story on Amazon. Its just £0.99p or $1.22. Cheap as chips, as they say.
Day six was when it all went silent.
I don’t know what the fuck happened but there was no more yelling, no more screaming, no more crash of shop windows going in and the rat-a-tat-tat of the machine guns stopped.
For six days the world outside my front door went mad and started to eat itself.
It all began on an ordinary Wednesday afternoon. Nothing ever happens on a Wednesday does it? It’s the hump day, everyone looks forward to the weekend, feet up on Friday with a bottle of wine and a takeout. Saturday, down the pub or club, Sunday lay in, lunch, a few pints before gearing up for the new week.
It was just a random afternoon off. I had a dentist appointment for a filling, nothing dramatic, but the fickle finger of fate had placed me back in my eleventh-floor apartment when the lights went off. When I say lights, I mean, every fucking thing. Poof, up in smoke just as they said it would. The predictions on the prepper sites had come true. People laughed at the YouTube videos of people preparing for the end of the world as we know it, but not me, I listened. I prepped, right?
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