Sitting in a dark, empty office building, a young man was sitting in a chair, his eyes glossed over, staring at a computer screen. He had his elbows on the desk and his hands in his hair, gripping tightly like he was going to tear it out. Sitting back, the young man let out an exasperated sigh filled with exhaustion and indignation.
Then he started yelling.
"So you decide to work randomly, and I don't know why! Then you fail randomly, and I don't know why! Fuck this, I'm going home. I don't know why I decided to become a programmer in the first place."
Standing up, he puts on his jacket and grabs his bookbag and starts heading towards the exit.
'At least I'm off tomorrow and don't have to look at any more code. I'll just get drunk and play video games'
Walking into the fresh polluted air, he begins walking to his car. As he walks past an alley, he sees a homeless couple doing crack. Across the street he hears a group of drunk women screaming and cars on the road honking. A typical Friday night.
'Maybe i should stop at a bar and get a drink; i definitely need one.'
Slowly everything begins to go eerily quiet, all the noise of the city fading into the background like a forest going quiet when a predator is around. After walking a couple of blocks, he begins to turn a corner but freezes as a man with a hoodie is standing there with a gun pointed at his chest.
'Great, I'm getting robbed again.'
"Don't shoot; I don't have any money." He says calmly
The man's voice is calm as well, like he's done this plenty of times.
"Phone and wallet."
'I just said I didn't have any money but what am i expecting from a mugger'
He slowly reaches into his front pocket and pulls out his phone and puts it on the ground, then he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet and does the same. As he slowly starts to back away, the man speaks again. Causing him to freeze.
"Don't move."
He slowly reaches down while continuing to keep the gun leveled at his chest and picks up the phone and wallet. and as if finally realizing something is wrong.
'Where the fuck is everyone? There were just crowds of people walking the streets and traffic on the road, and now everyone is gone, and the streets are silent.'
"Jake Miller. Only 21? You're just a kid. I Wonder what you did to piss them off."
Jake looks back at the man, who has his wallet open and is staring at his ID.
'What? Them? Who did I piss off? And why does he have my ID in his hand? What kind of mugger checks IDs?
BANG! BANG!
Jake hit the ground with a burning sensation in his chest. Coughing desperately, trying to breathe but failing as he starts coughing up blood, one of the bullets hitting his lung, which is quickly filling with blood.
'Is this really how I die? on a cold, dirty-ass street corner? How could I have pissed someone off? Im a nobody' My thoughts are broken as i hear the man walk closer to me and as he stands over me, he says,
"I'm sorry, kid."
BANG!