Emily thought the end of the world was punishment. She craved solitary, needed alone time when her depression hit her hard. Self medicating her soul with "me time". But when a message from her mom worries her she packs up and heads home. Little did she know she was a few days too late. Everywhere was quite. Too quiet. The closer she got the more her anxiety crushed her. The virus had washed the world clean and Emily thought she was alone.
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