Title: "Don't Breathe" by StoryLord
The city streets of New York buzzed with life as my friends Kate, Keith, and I strolled leisurely toward Keith's apartment. The vibrant atmosphere was punctuated by costumed characters, street vendors, and towering skyscrapers adorned with flashy advertisements.
Keith was lost in his sketches, capturing Monkey D. Luffy's essence. Suddenly, Kate mentioned her lost bike, her voice carrying an unusual sense of urgency. We chuckled at her randomness, unaware of the ominous foreshadowing in her words.
Approaching a bustling intersection, chaos erupted. Birds spiraled erratically, crashing into buildings and vehicles, while the once lively crowd froze in a surreal tableau of stillness. I desperately tried to shake Kate and Keith out of their trance, but their unresponsive faces and glazed eyes betrayed an inexplicable fear that sent chills down my spine.
Gunshots shattered the silence, each thunderous echo reverberating through the stillness, accompanied by the sickening sound of a body hitting the ground. Fear clenched my chest as I pleaded with my friends to move, but they stood rooted to the spot, oblivious to the impending danger. With a sense of urgency, I sprinted away, the sound of gunfire growing closer with each step.
Glass shattered above like icy rain as desperate figures leaped from skyscrapers, their haunting screams mingling with the sickening thuds of bodies meeting the unforgiving pavement below. Seeking refuge, I darted into an empty building, the echoes of gunshots a haunting backdrop to the unfolding horror.
Amidst the chaos, my phone buzzed ominously. An emergency alert flashed on the screen, warning of a deadly airborne threat. The city was under siege, and the air we breathed was poison.
In a gut-wrenching turn of events, Keith's hand trembled as he guided his pencil to his own neck, blood oozing from the self-inflicted wound. Kate, with a vacant stare, mirrored his actions, her throat gushing crimson as she collapsed to the ground.
The distant gunfire continued its relentless rhythm, each shot the sound of a body dropping to the ground, a stark reminder of the world outside—a world now plunged into madness and despair. Alone in the silent sanctuary of the building, I realized that the horrors of that day would haunt me forever, etched in the echoes of madness that reverberated through the breathless city.
