It was a morning like any other. The streets were busy with the activity of the start of the day. The sounds of shops opening, cars starting, neighbors greeting and parting, a slight wind rustling leaves whispered all around.
It was startling then, for Trevor, as he crossed the road, that these sounds, sounds that were so ingrained that they almost became part of the subconcious, suddenly began to disappear. Startled, he turned his head down the street, and became suddenly aware of the approaching fog. It was coming quick, and with it, an unnatural silence, like a wave.
When the fog hit, Trevor tried to scream.
There was no sound. |
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