The old house, with its wildly overgrown garden, was silent, secretive. The Ferrari stopped and the tinted window opened to reveal the house. It wasn't the same to him anymore, nothing was. How could the world, his world so easily and above all change so fast?
He didn't want to go out on such a night but he had a story to finish. Not his but someone else's. Let her wait, she couldn't go anywhere. No one liked her and her job was already taken by someone else. Undoubtedly she was history soon enough.
She wasn't interested in her bacon sandwiches they always reminded her of that stupid kid at school. The boy not smart enough to hand his lunchbox over to her. He wanted to be punished, scolded by her.
He was older than she'd thought he would be but behaved like a wimp. True the pen hadn't been worth stealing but that had nothing to do with his childish response.
She hadn't expected him but he was there, suddenly stood right in front of her. For God's sake all that fuss about nothing. It happened years ago, what was his problem? It wasn't the end of the world.
His voice... it had sounded so cold as he told her he would pay her a visit later, in private.
She didn't reply and immediately she thought: they've got her and now they're coming for me. It was a good thing it was up to her to investigate how the accident had really happened, a mishap she could easily cover-up as long as they didn't find the diary under her bed. Those stupid demonstrations.
She waited another 30 minutes before she dialed the number.
"Please try to persuade him to come, for my sake."
As she flicked through the letters, a small, handwritten envelope caught her attention and her heart began to thump. Was it the letter she hoped for? Was it safe enough to go home? As she read the letter she knew all hope was gone. At least she had the job and no one knew she was the one who had spread the virus. The virus that would drive each one of them crazy and activated the killer instinct. Soon the strange foreign world would be like the one she once knew.
She took a deep breath and said to her boss, "Why shouldn't I help myself, after the way I've been treated?"
Under normal circumstances he would speak his mind, but, with a gun against his head...
The attack was over in seconds.
Her phone beeped. The text message simply said 'very clever'.
If you wonder about the horses they are just fine.
Device: mobile phone
The Prompts I used for this story.