Jake sat with his back against the front of the only desk in the small room of a book store. All the shelves were now practically empty, being barricaded up against windows and doors. A few adjacent peices of broken glass lay on the blue carpeted wooden floor. From outside, a single one of those abominations was limping its way down one of the evacuated city streets. Personally, Jake wanted to leap out and strangle it with his bare hands, but he was too preacupied at the moment. You couldn't see Jake's eyes due to his dark black hair hanging over them, but his emotion was clear.

A tear fell from his face. With a tiny splash, it landed on a small polariod. It was his first day working at the store. First day working with Sara. She was probably the one who got him the job. Back then, Jake didn't think much of it, which you could tell by the emotionless look in his face. But, that was only part of the picture. It was a picture of him and Sara. She had insisted that they take a picture of the two of them, but like I said, Jake didn't care. *plop* Another tear fell on the old still memories. It's been about a week now. A couple days since she'd been gone. The past few days, felt like a few lifetimes.

Jake was a bit shockingly interrupted by his watch's beeping alarm. Over the bit of time he had forgotten about the rest of the world. Jake put down the picture, and reached down to press the bottom right button to turn off the alarm till tommorrow. It was time to check if they......if he, could get any service with his cellphone.

He reached down into his pocket, and pulled out his black phone. Jake flipped it open.
(Does he?)

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