Lost in Time, Hunger, and Loneliness

Beware of the clock that knows the future

T.S.Q man
Rainbow Salad
2 min readOct 8, 2023

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Photo by Amber Kipp on Unsplash

Awaken to a time where I do not recognize the world outside.

Searching for something, anything in this wasteland.

Nothing but old cellphones and filled gas stations.

Crashed cars along the highways for miles.

Walking along the path.

Never to see another person alive.

Was I the last person on Earth?

Maybe, I haven’t found anyone yet.

Keep going onward.

Is this the future?

Walking into an abandoned diner with the front door busted open.

My eyes went up to the old clock inside.

I recognized this clock.

Am I dreaming?

I had an old date in this exact location at the same time.

Clock face was stuck at noon.

None of this makes any sense.

I just wanted to wake up already.

As I stared into the arms of the clock.

I could remember what happened.

There were news stories saying people got sick all around the world.

There wasn’t much signs of other people being around.

How long was I asleep?

I knew my name, Jack.

I did not remember if I had a family.

Or friends, or anything about my past.

Just the current events were fresh in my mind.

Going into abandoned stores for food.

I was surprised, I wasn’t getting robbed or attacked yet.

I did have a handgun, a revolver.

Not many bullets. Three to be exact.

It looked like I used the gun recently.

I couldn’t remember what happened in the past 48 hrs.

I must have remembered the week.

I was walking for a long time. There was someone with me.

A girl, she talked a lot. But I couldn’t really place the face.

It could be my imagination.

I wish I was making up that I haven’t seen a single person all day.

It was starting to become night time and getting hungry.

The fear loomed over my head like a fever.

My eyes became convulsing. My stomach burning.

As I sat in the old dusty wooden chair,

hearing the sounds of the floor as it feels like it’s going to break.

All I could think was left nothing here searching for some old canned food.

Small snacks like potato chips.

Empty plastic bottles on the floor.

Smashed in tables where customers use to eat.

I just wanted to get back to a time where I didn’t just talk to myself.

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T.S.Q man
Rainbow Salad

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