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

It was almost an involuntary reflex. Months of raiding drills had etched protocol into my mind. Without even opening my eyes, I rolled myself off my bed, then quickly rolled back underneath it. 
 
 From the underside of my bed, I opened my eyes, taking in the dust that had accumulated. As my eyes settled into the darkness, I realized something strange. The eerie quiet. Despite the god-awful air raid horn, everything felt... silent. There were no pattering boots outside, no sound of an airplane engine roaring by, not even a voice. 
 
 I crawled out of the underside, lifting myself onto my feet. The Silence was unnerving. I made my way to the door, listening intently for any sign of another living, breathing, human being. Once again, nothing. 
 
 I gently opened the door, an almost insignificant creaking noise cut through the silence like an heated knife through butter. I heard the sound echo throughout my house. 
 
 Naturally, at this point, I felt fear. Not the regular type of fear, in which one feels the need to run away. This was different. It felt as if I was afraid of nothing. 
 I made my way through my house, to the door. 
 
 I stepped outside. By this point, even the siren had gone silent. As I felt a cool breeze gently brush against me, I saw a figure. In the distance, standing atop a hill. The full moon behind it made it seem as if it was a shadow. One of it's hands held something dangling from a rope or chain of sorts. Something circular, like an stopwatch. 
 Even though I could n't see it's face, I knew it was smiling. It tilted it's head, and before I could even blink, it vanished. His disappearance was followed by a clinking noise. I saw something glitter in front of me, a silver stopwatch had seemingly materialized on the floor, or perhaps it was there all along. 
 
 Curiosity had overtaken fear as I reached for the watch. It felt smooth and cold, as if it had n't been touched for a long period of time. I turned it around to be greeted by an sentence carved into it. 
 
 It simply wrote: `` You are Chosen.''
