I was living in a quaint little cottage that was isolated on the outskirts of a small town that was surrounded by endless flat fields in the middle of nowhere. Standing in my yard, I could see people in the town wandering around and socializing, so I called out to them, but they all ignored me, and I felt a sense of dread.
Leaving my home behind, I wandered the streets of the town alone, trying to warn them of a coming storm, but they ignored me, and I knew I was unwelcome. I went back to my cottage, ostracized.
Suddenly, two young girls came knocking at my door. When I answered, they just stared at me with an empty gaze with their black lifeless eyes, and I knew something was off. After an intense staring contest ensued, they finally spoke in an eerie tone, telling me that I was needed at the abandoned factory on the other side of town, and to bring water and my camera because their friends were "thirsty". Then they ran off.
Knowing something was wrong, I grabbed my camera and a pack of water bottles and got on my blue bike and pedaled to the abandoned factory. As I rode through town, I noticed that all the plants were dead, and all the buildings were broken or damaged. The townspeople were restless and threw concrete blocks at me as I rode past, but they kept missing.
Once I arrived at the derelict factory, I saw dark, ominous storm clouds on the horizon, heading in my direction. There was a group of teenage punks exploring the factory. I set my pack of water bottles on the ground, and when I tried to let them know it was there, I was ignored. So, I decided to just explore the place and take pictures. As I was doing so, I could overhear them shouting praises of the greatness of being abandoned and neglected.
As the looming storm was approaching, I felt that they were in danger and kept trying to warn my fellow explorers of the impending threat. But... you guessed it... I was ignored.
When the storm arrived, it brought chaos down on the town. There was intense thunder and lightning and hurricane-force winds and torrential rain and hail. Hiding in the factory, I couldn't see anything, but I could hear the destruction.
Many hours later, the storm dissipated, and I could see clearly again. Emerging from my hiding spot, I saw that the whole town had been made anew. The plants were alive and thriving, the buildings looked newly remodeled, and the people seemed at peace. When I got back to my cottage, I found that it was destroyed, and I had no home. I sat in the ruins of my home and cried.
Then I woke up. THE END...?