Lauren jogs up to the school, disturbed by how quiet it was. She must be later than she realized; things would only be this quiet if everyone was in class already. She runs up to front door, barely slowing as she tries to push her way through it. The door doesn't budge, and she almost falls backwards from the impact. That's right, they lock the doors when classes start. She instead focuses on the intercom next to the door, jabbing it impatiently. Come on, you guys; it can't have been more than a few minutes at this point. She jabs it again when she hears no response. She steps back, eyes wandering as she waits for a response.
Things start clicking into place in quick succession. There are no cars in the parking lot. There aren't any cars on the street, either. Now that she thinks about it, were there any on her way to school? No. There wasn't. And it isn't just the school that's quiet; the whole city is devoid of any sound beside the trees rustling in the wind. Like a ghost town.
Goosebumps rustle up and down her arms as she makes her way around the school, peering in windows for any sign of her classmates or teachers. Nothing. There's nobody here. There's nobody anywhere. But what about at her house? Her parents?
Suddenly she's running in the other direction, mirroring her panicked flight from minutes before. But as she does, she begins to wonder if there's a reason she slept in this morning. Why she couldn't think of where in the house her parents had been. Why she couldn't hear them at all before she left.