That blackness was way too real...Jose looked up from the seat he had taken at the table to try and steady himself. Some lady in black heels scurrying out the door. One of the other people that had not vanished caught his eye. He shook his head to her in answer, he had no idea. He heard a thunk, and looked to see the girl that had wigged out with her head on the table, Jose watched her. She recovered and rushed out of the diner. Jose stood up as she went through the door "Hey..." But she was out already. Jose made his way outside, he looked around but she was long gone, he looked up and down the street, seeing her in the distance. Looking back toward the diner he saw the others coming out as well. As he looked at them he saw lights from the corner of his eye. A big truck coming down the street.....it was listing toward the diner. Eyes wide he ran clear out of the way as the truck plowed through his former work place.
The sound was loud and grating, a dreadful noise. There was a baby crying somewhere...Jose stood up, he had stumbled and fallen, got some pieces of asphalt sticking to his hands but he was alright. The diner was destroyed, the truck was at a stop now. Jose made his way to the vehicle, to check on the driver. At first Jose thought the man was alright, but he was too perfectly still, motionless. Jose's heart went cold in his chest. The man wasn't bleeding, there were no obvious signs of injury. He was just sitting there, hands on the wheel. Dead. Jose closed his eyes hard and turned his head away stopping the tears from having a chance to form. Jose said a prayer for the man and backed out. He gripped his forehead to try and compose himself. He had to go home. Luckily he had his keys in his pocket.
In the car driving home, parking the car, into the building, up to his apartment. He pulled the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door. He was lucky he forgot them in his pocket and not left them in his locker....Jose stared down at the keys in his hand. Thinking about the people in the diner, that blackness, the scream, and those customers. He felt numb. These images and thoughts ran through his mind as he took some medicine to help him sleep. Kicking his shoes off in front of his bed, immediately throwing himself onto the bed. The events running through his mind, making his heart hammer and his body sweat until the medicine kicked in....Eh, I'll see if I can get my stuff from the locker tomorrow...the blackness of sleep took him.
