Harrison looked at you like you wanted to walk into a pit of fire. "...You are joking, right? Even with how far away it is, I-" You squinted slightly, showing that you meant every word you said. He blinked a few times, trying to turn the gears in his head. You could smell smoke coming from his brain, or maybe it's just the garage door opener above you having made contact with skin. Who's to say? He grabbed the shift, slowly pulled out of the cement cage his car was in, and started the trip. You looked around, seeing a town draped in despair and darkness. A small town in Wisconsin, forever trapped in a purgatory-like state. The population had dwindled. There was only a thousand or so left. Maybe, at a time like this, asking for the help of a higher power was all you had left. Watching buildings go by, seeing people come and go in a flash. You hoped they were people at least. After a few minutes, you felt a tap on your arm. "What are we going to do about...her?" As soon as your friend asks you that, you realize that you've left something behind. Or, someone more accurately. Jessica. You watched her die in front of you, killed by one of the things leaping inside through a window. Guess you must've left one open. All you wanted to do was hang out with your friends in a time of trouble. It's been a time of trouble for a few years anyway, what's the harm in just one day? You look back, fumbling for an answer.