GONE
The car was silent.
Just Raven, Jade, Orion, and Virin.
Raven had both hands on the wheel, eyes on the road. Then
Raven: So…my house is close to the airport.😅
Jade looking up: Okay? And?🤨
Raven:And like… in most zombie movie there's always a plane crash near the beginning.😅
Orion blinking 😐
Raven:So if it happens in real life… it might crash at or near my house.😅
Everyone: 💀💀💀
Virin (straight-up):We're dead🤐
Jade turnes around in her seat and stares at Raven
Jade:WHY would you say that out loud?🤦
Raven: idk, warning you maybe?😅
The rest of the ride? Silent.
When they pulled into her street… she immediately knew something was off.
It was quite.
It was too quiet.
No wind. No birds. No planes overhead. Just... that weird apocalyptic stillness.
The huge steel gate was already open.
That gate NEVER opened on its own.
Orion (squinting and leaning forward from the back): Is that… supposed to be open?🫤
She didn't answer. Just shook her head and kept driving.
They parked.
Everyone got out, slowly, cautiously, looking around.
Raven walked up to the wooden door. Locked. Good sign.
She knelt by the third flower pot. The key was still there. Her hands were slightly trembling now, but she tried not to let it show. But Jade knew...raven lived with her mom,dad and dog the only one she loves more than herself...was her dog.
Raven unlocked the door.
The second it creaked open—
She stopped.
Right in front of them...she had a glass table under her staircase but--- the entire dining table shattered into a thousand pieces. Like someone had fallen on it, or thrown something. The stairs had blood on the railing.
But that wasn't what made her stop breathing.
It was what was lying right on the shattered table.
Her dog.
Her actual dog.
Not barking.
Not breathing.
Just… still.
💀
She froze.
Her knife hit the floor. The sound felt so loud in the silence.
And then she just sank to the ground.
Dropped to her knees, on glass, without even thinking.
Her hands in her lap. She didn't cry. She didn't scream. She didn't say anything.
She just stared.
Her face blank.
Her mind… not being able to think straight.
That was her dog.
Who used to run to the door every time she came home.
He used to bark at the gate, even at butterflies.
He used to sleep at the edge of her bed in her feet.
And now he was just…
Gone.