[ TT ] The world is an infinite flat plane . The furthest known points of this realm take days to contact by telegraph . Slowly communication ceases from the far west , and slowly the silence pushes closer and closer to home ...

It started when I realized that my brother had n't responded. He was studying some medical bullshit in the Snowshacks. Far north, far west. Hostile environment but it paid good money. Was only meant to be out there for a little whiles, anyways. Then it was my father, he worked in the big city in the West, aptly named Westercity. That was when alarm bells started ringing... 
 
 Why was nobody responding? They sent the repairmen to the telephone pillars, they sent couriers to deliver messages. The couriers never came back. We tried every method under the sun but anyone who decided to go west never came back. Maybe they're having a party back there, but we all know that ai n't true. 
 
 They're calling it the Westerly Sweep. Something big's happening, and now they're reaching the centre. the Capital, Core, it's exploded into riots and crime. Everyone tried to escape and then everyone started fighting. Leaving us locked in this room, barricaded. Gangs roam the streets with their guns, and I'm stuck in here. 
 
 I raise my head, my hands limply by my side. My pistol is in my hand, but it only has a few bullets left. Like I care, not like any of us are gon na survive after the Sweep gets us. I look over at the rest of the assembly hall, the tables and chairs shoved against the doors. Six of us. A pair of twins, me, my mother and sister, and one of my sister's friends. Like we have any chance of surviving, the sweep should be any time now. 
 
 My hand reaches out to grab the bottle of whiskey, or whatever it is, and I press the long-empty bottle to my lips, my tongue desperately trying to get that taste of alcohol, to get that drip. A bad time to become an alcoholic when there is n't an alcohol laying around. 
 
 I was a student. Three years younger than my brother. I heard alarms go off outside, smashing of windows. I'm surprised windows are still intact to be smashed. I was studying politics. Wanted to move east... 
 
 East. Where everyone's ran to. The opposite direction. It goes on forever, the untamed eastern jungles. That's where everyone is going. Picking the fields clean from their fruits. Hunter gatherer, I guess. I could try and run now. If you get out of the sprawling metropolis that was Core, you might stand a chance. But the gangs will always be this close to the end of the world. If I got out, I would always have to be faster than them or they would catch up. 
 
 *Knock. * 
 
 A single knock from the door. I slowly lifted my pistol and pointed it at the small crack through the piles of old tables that showed the fire exit. 
 
 *Knock. * 
 
 My sister started crying, and I felt sad. I had to protect them... Probably a gang, right? I heard shots outside. Someone's intercepted them. 
 
 `` What the fuck... Why is n't it dying? Oh god... No... Run! Quick, I'll hold it off!'' 
 
 The screams of the man shooting the gun filled our ears. He stopped to catch his breath, but never managed to continue screaming. What was out there? The Sweep... Was that it? A painful death? How many were there? Did gun's not work? 
 
 *Knock. * 
 
 The room felt cold. My sister started crying, the three girls were crying. I looked over at the two twins, pointing their guns at the door. 
 
 *Knock. * 
 
 The room was definitely colder now. It felt like a blizzard, why was it so windy? My body was numb from the cold grasps of... Them. 
 
 *Knock. Knock. * 
 
 The tables and chairs began to shift backwards for some reason, as if the cold winds that filled the room were pushing them back... 
 
 *Knock. Knock. Knock. * 
 
 I lifted the pistol and checked the bullets. I fired two shots into the pile of useless barricading. The others looked at me. 
 
 *Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. * 
 
 One bullet left... 
 
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