[ WP ] At some point in time , a mysterious phenomenon occurred in which everyone on earth was trapped within a 10km ( 6.2 mile ) radius of where they were standing , unable to move past their boundary .

We still have contact, and we've adapted to survive. We've grown closer despite the barriers keeping us in place. Some of us have grown apart. It's been over a year now and if I was n't a scientist, I know I'd surely be one of the dead. Over a third of all humanity has died since this anomaly began. 
 
 It was April 15th, 2019. I was driving home from work. It had been a long day but we were close to a breakthrough. We were designing what we hoped would be the perfect strain of corn. It seems menial, but it would increase the shelf life of corn by 3 years. Not canned shit, actual corn in the husks. I had been working since 6 that morning and I was ready to see my wife and sons. 
 
 As I was deep in thought about designing a virus that was coded to corn's genetic infrastructure, the vehicle in front of me jarred to a complete halt. I slammed on my brakes and screeched to a halt barely nudging the Corolla with my Range Rover. The Corolla did n't move. At all. It seemed fixed in place. I sat for a minute in the evening dusk before assessing my situation. I was fine, but whoever was driving was clearly dead. The back windshield was broken open and stained with blood. I opened my door and gathered myself. 
 
 `` I'm a scientist, it's just blood''. 
 
 I threw up. This is why I work with fucking corn. I hate blood. 
 
 I grabbed my mouthwash from the center console and washed the putrid taste of bile from in between my teeth. 
 
 I stepped from the car and walked over to the back door of the Toyota, or at least attempted to. About halfway between the trunk and the door, I could n't walk any farther. I thought it was the blood but I looked away and kept trying. Regardless of how much I attempted to move my body forwards, it was not moving. Fearing paralyzation, I attempted to move backwards. I overexerted and landed straight on my ass. 
 
 `` What the fuck?'' 
 
 I looked at the car behind me and the scene was similar to what was in front. Behind that vehicle, however was a young black man standing beside a Chevy Caprice Classic. Even in the grim circumstance, it looked pretty damn nice. 
 
 `` Fuck is going on?'' 
 
 `` I'm not sure, exactly. Can you do me a favor and walk this way?'' 
 
 `` I ca n't.'' 
 
 Through a series of asking questions and receiving answers in the extreme vernacular, I learned his name was Matthew and he was 19. More importantly, I learned that he could n't move past the hood of his vehicle. I attempted to cross what `` barrier'' was blocking him to see if I was trapped in a 30 foot line. I braced myself for the paralyzing wall and walked straight through it. 
 
 `` Come with me, Matthew.'' 
 
 I might have needed him for something later. I do n't remember why I asked him to come with me, it just felt right. Thank God that I did. 
 
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 I'll probably write a little more later. But that's what I have so far. Enjoy! 
 

