The Oblivion

One morning, Dottie Rivena wakes up, and it's gone. All of it. Everyone on earth, except for MaryJane Bradigan, and Joel Matos, is gone. That's not normal right?

After finding each other, they decide to go and look for everyone. But, where could they be? Little did they know, everyone else was killed, but no one lived to tell what is was that killed them.

Now, the tremendous trio must find out what happened to the others, and stop who, or what the killer is.


3. Chapter Two

  "Here, take this," My dad said, shoving the toy in my arms, "If you ever need to protect yourself, use Mr.Wiggins." I  stared up at him, confused about a lot of things. Why are you leaving?Where are you going?Why did you hand me a stuffed bear? How is he going to protect me?

  "Dad, you can't leave!" I whined. He glanced at his watch, which was now blinking. He looked towards the door and muttered a word I was told not to repeat.

  "I'm sorry, kiddo, but I have to." He said, hugging me. "I'll see you when this is all over," He made his way to the door, dragging me along with him. I hitch-hiked onto his ankle. "And don't forget, the password to my files is," He never finished, as a quaking feeling set into my stomach.

  The room began to shake with us, and dad disappeared, leaving me alone. I reached for Mr.Wiggins, and he had faded too. The ceiling began to crumble. "What am I going to do?" I yelled, hoping someone would see me. The ceiling came falling, smashing me to the ground.


  "Wake up, wake up, wake-wake-wake up!" A song said, jolting me out of my sleep. Joel was sitting on the couch, doing something I wouldn't have expected. He was reading.  I couldn't help but drop my jaw at the insanity before my very eyes. He looked up, turning the page slowly, and then stopping completely.

  "It's about time." He said, throwing the book to a corner of the room, seemingly uninterested. "You know you cry in your sleep, right?" He whispered, acting like there was someone he didn't want to hear that. I do not cry in my sleep.

  "I don't cry in my sleep." I stated.

  "Well, explain your pillow being all wet. I'm sure you don't drool." He said, pointing to the damp mass next to me. "Got an answer?"

  "I," Think, Dottie, think! "I sweat in my sleep. Happy?" He made a disgusted face, as I gave him his little answer.

  "Well, why is your nose runny?" He asked. I reached up to my nose. "Busted." He laughed. "You wouldn't have been concerned if you were being honest. Logic." 

  "Alright, we need to get on the move," I said, thankfully able to grab Mr.Wiggins. I also grabbed a -I was surprised to see it- backpack, and filled it with food and water bottles. Joel, being the idiot he was, grabbed the book he had thrown, and two pillows.

  "Why are we leaving again?" He asked.

  "You promised we could look for others today, yesterday. So, we're looking." I explained, grabbing a key chain, and opening the door. "Now let's go." He just shook his head, and pressed the elevator button.

  I looked around the corridor. Just as empty and messy as outside yesterday. Only there weren't buildings down, but papers scattered. A giant glass window at the end, was shattered. The sound of the elevator rang loudly, as the doors slowly slid open.

  The unnerving sound of the elevator going down the shaft made my stomach churn. The lobby was even more distorted than the corridor.

  Not only was there glass smashed, and paper scattered. Now, a door lay on the ground, off hinge, and electrical circuits pulled in certain way, and a water pipe burst. "So which way do we go?" I asked.

  "I say left. " He said, pointing in that general direction. "The door is gone, so we can just go through, and navigate from there."

  "I want to go right." I said, pointing the other way. "It looks safer, and by the looks of it, this is the Best Western. We lived close to here." I explained, hoping he would see it my way.

  "So, we're going left." He said, walking off.

  "You can go as far left as you want," I said, going the other direction, " But, I'm going right." I said, gingerly stepping through the window.  

  "See you. That is, if you survive." He nodded. He was seriously going to keep going? What is his problem? I kept going , and made it to Taylor avenue, before giving up. I can't just let him go off, into the ruins, alone. That is so cruel.

  I made my way back to the hotel. Just like I had predicted, he was gone. I sat down in one of the chair, and stared at the door.

  "Come back, Joel." I muttered under my breathe. I looked to my left hand, where Mr.Wiggins was being gripped by his stomach. " What should I do, Mr.Wiggins? You seem to have all of the answers." I asked.

  "Go to the corner of 5th avenue. " He said, pointing to the way Joel had gone.  "You'll find him there. If not, he has a tracker on him. I can locate him." He said, leaving me with an unsettled feeling in my stomach.  Why would he have a tracker on him?

  I did as Mr.Wiggins instructed, and still, no Joel. "Mr.Wiggins, are you sure I'm going the right way?"  I asked. He better not be wrong.

  "Positive," a familiar voice said from behind me. I spun around, to realize my own stupidity. "Thank god, I didn't have to hide anymore." He said.

  "What do you mean 'hide'?" I asked. He is ridiculous. 

  "I followed you to see how long you'd last before realizing I was right." He explained, showing the same smirk from yesterday. "I just told Mr.Wiggins to be quiet about my whereabouts." He said, showing his newly found self-pride.

  "Guilty." Mr.Wiggins piped.

  "Whatever," I said, letting them sense how agitated I was. "Now let's look, because at this rate, we'll never find anyone." I said, heading down to a door.

  "How are we going to open the door to," Joel looked at the sign. "Phoning Facility?" He asked. I laughed as I reached into the potted plant outside. Luckily, the key was in the same place dad told me it was.

  "I've been here before. Besides, even if i didn't know where the key was," I said, dusting off my hand. "I could just get Mr.Wiggins to open it."

  The door creaked slightly as we both entered. I climbed over the desk. A computer screen was lit. I typed in the password, and a loud siren sounded, as a door farther behind me opened. Joel stood there in amazement.

  "Hello." A high pitched voice said, which I'm sure wasn't mine.

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