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My eyes crack open to sunlight. I feel well rested. It's nice... too nice. I turn my head to find the dead alarm clock. I've overslept, I'm late for work. I jump up and run to the bathroom, flipping the switch I find the light's dead too. Okay, power outage, I can't be the only one late.

I climb inside my car after getting ready, noticing the neighbors frantically stuff their car with backpacks. Must be camping or visiting. I wave to them but no reply, why the rush?

Reaching the stop sign exiting my neighborhood I remark how busy it is. Not only are the streets packed, but everyone seems to be pushing the speed limit. After merging my way in, I'm peer pressured to speed too by the wail of horns behind me. I never liked the speed limit anyways.

I arrive to my workplace to find an empty parking lot. Also my phone died overnight for not charging. Guess I don't work. I take a U-turn and head back for my house. I mean, I don't know what else I'd do with this free time. I'm not even awake yet!

Turning onto West Broadway it hit me what's going on. First I see the packed grocery store, which pulled my attention by the shatter of a window and people running in and out. Then I see the gas station backed up through the road with cars, with people screaming and pounding the doors.

Then I remember falling asleep last night just after hearing the radio buzz about "economic collapse."

I slow down, not sure what I should do. When stopped, I hear a pound on my driver window. I look left to find the muffled yells coming from a masked man pointing his pistol at me.