Chapter Two: An Omen

David stepped through the doorway into a hallway. As he glanced into the hallway, the 4 doors that initially lined the walls were gone. Where are my brother’s rooms? My parents? The walls of the hallway built with drywall were painted a smooth cream that was acutely designed to cover up any plaster marks from the aftermath of angered teenagers.

David stared bewildered by the complete lack of any pictures on the wall, his family made it a point to proudly display their love down every Corridor. What happened to us? Where is everyone? The hallway had one door, the…