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The Telephone

By Michael Berry All Rights Reserved ©

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Chapter 4

The road to Sarah’s home would take her through a part of the city that was totally deserted, bereft of anything living anymore. While the survivors chose to stay separated from each other in the opposite side of the city, they still took comfort in knowing that they were in the same area as others. This didn’t make them feel as alone as they would normally.

The breeze seemed louder here, regardless of the constant droning of the Cadillac’s engine. The endlessly blackened windows of the countless buildings always bore the appearance of all-seeing eyes, looking down at the city with dark, inhuman intentions. Sarah always looking at them whenever she drove past. This part of the city possessed the greatest examples of architecture you could find for miles. Everywhere, the skyscrapers and smaller buildings had intricate designs of effigy’s and figures decorating their darkly coloured exteriors. Angelic figures held large clocks and burning sconces in their hands, large bronze and golden coloured statues of various gods sat high on their thrones above churches, their gaze unmoving from the incessantly deserted streets.
Yet, with all this majestic beauty, no one would even think of moving into there. Perhaps its claustrophobic feeling whenever you walked down its streets and the intricately designed architecture gave it a menacing feeling. To believe in spirits of the dead and to walk around a place with this ambience would be enough to put the fear into anyone. Apart from the strange feeling of unease she got from looking up at the windows, the rest never really bothered Sarah. Her mind was too focused on staying alive. Her mind constantly reeled with worry. Had she enough food and water, was the generator still working, did it need fuel and would her sanity survive being alone?
Being the way she was toward people was in one way a good defence at survival, but also a deadly trap. She was almost incapable of making friends or having some kind of company whenever she needed it. The few that she saw walking aimlessly in the streets, or scavenging for supplies in the supermarkets and small stores where the only thing keeping her mind from turning inside out.
Whilst driving down the narrow dark streets, Sarah became aware of something. A feeling of apprehension that swept over her silently like a perfect assassin. She began to nervously look around her at the passenger seat and the back seat. She touched her neck as she sensed the hairs on the back of her neck suddenly stand up. Her eyes began to move of their own volition, moving to the right as she noticed the looming dark building coming up to her. She forced her foot on the brake pedal, the car jerked forward slightly as the force of the sudden brake caused it to stop. She rolled down the window and looked outside.
The immense architectural structure of the Town Hall sat silent, the breeze collecting around it, the soft whistle of the breeze appeared to give its dead contours some life. Large and tough pieces of stone made up the staircase that led upward to the main doors. The doors were huge and made of extremely thick wood, embellished with large ink black door knockers held in place with large silver bolts. With its sheer size and feel and the effigy of the two angels kneeled opposite each other, holding the large great unmoving clock, collectively gave it an appearance of the entrance to heaven, or some other mysterious spiritual domain.
Sarah’s gaze never left it, her eyes glued to its huge, silent doors. She had the feeling that most would get sometimes. The feeling of staring constantly at someone, consumed with interest, knowing you had to look away before you’re spotted, but incapable of doing so. She didn’t know why she had to stare at it, apart from its obvious architectural dominance over the other buildings, it had no other purpose.
The feeling of unease and a disquieting atmosphere slowly started to build up and Sarah became aware of what she was doing. She shook of the feeling and concentrated on getting home, hardly noticing that the engine was still on and that the fuel was almost out. She drove off, the gas pedal pushed to its maximum.

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