[ WP ] You are asleep when the noise of air raid sirens awakens you , but something is n't quite right ...

It was dull at first, just a low whine drifting into my mind from beyond the veil of sleep. Growing with each winding repetition until it was the bellowing voice of the gods and my mind finally snapped into action. My eyes shot open, my ears sharpened, and within second I was on my feet. 
 
 I headed for the window in a panic as I tried to determine where this defending siren was emenating from. It seemed to be echoing from every direction and as I pulled back the curtains to look into the damp morning light I saw nothing. Not entirely nothing. Buildings stood in tact across the street, the street itself bent around to the left and right as it always had, trees dotted the sidewalks every forty feet. But that was it, there were no cars, no people walking, no birds flying around, no anything. All the while the ominous echo of the siren sounded. 
 
 I began to back away from the window as I tried to make sense of what was happening until my legs met with my bed and I sat onto it. I glanced around my own room to find it was not unlike the world outside. It was the same shape and size that it had always been and yet there were no clothes on the floor, no pictures on my dresser. I began to fear that I had been robbed and so I vetured tenativly out my open doorway, no door in sight, and into the dimly lit living room of my apartment. Again I was met with a room identical to the one I remembered, just empty. Not even my front door remained, hinges completely nonexistent. 
 
 Peaking into the hallway of the apartment complex I saw doorway upon doorway standing agape with no numbers to identify them. The relentless whine bounced off of the walls in the hall to a point where it seemed to be more a jumbled noise then a continuous siren. Methodically I made my way into the hall to find my bare feet felt warmth emenating from the traditionally cold concrete flooring. At my neighbors doorway I stepped inside to his empty living room and made my way back to his room. There in his bed he laid, eyes closed, chest rising. I aproached him and called out his name but received no response. I shook him lightly to no avail. He appeared to be in a deep almost trance like sleep, the neverending siren doing little to rouse him. 
 
 Once I felt that he was only sleeping I made my way back into the hall, every open doorway I passed I checked for the sleeping person or persons inside and without fail I found them. Eventually I headed down the six flights of stairs to street level, not once encountering a door. When I arrived outside the siren became clearer and louder, cutting through the damp warm air. 
 
 I gazed about the street, devoid of everything. Slowly I began walking down down the street towards the center of the city in hopes of finding some, anyone who was also awake. I began in a walk, calling out to nearby building for anyone who could hear me. No one came. Panicking I picked up speed screaming as loud as I could, trying to outdo the blare of the siren. Before I knew it I was sprinting full speed down the street not even caring about yelling anymore. As I rounded the library at the end of the street I was met with people! 
 
 Twenty or so of them in overalls, they were painting the shops next to the library, I called out in releif and they turned to look at me. It was then that I noticed it. All the buildings from this point further were white. Almost primed and unpainted. I looked back to the workers and saw one walking towards me. He was mumbling under his breath with a look of shock on his face. As he got closer to me I could hear what he was mumbling. 
 
 `` You're not supposed to be awake yet, no one's supposed to be awake yet.'' 
 
 Sorry for poor formatting/grammer, I'm on a mobile device.
