Then I found a file named User_01.txt . I hesitated, then clicked.
The image was a low-res photo of a wrought-iron gate. It looked normal, except for the fact that there was no sky. Where the horizon should have been, there was only a flat, digital grey. The-Park.rar
I looked out my window. Across the street, where there used to be a vacant lot, a wrought-iron gate was standing in the grass. There was no fence attached to it—just the gate. And behind it, the sky was starting to turn a flat, digital grey. Then I found a file named User_01
Curious, I opened one of the text files at random. It contained a single line: Position: 0,0,0. Status: Breathing. I opened another. Position: 14, -2, 40. Status: Waiting for the sun. It looked normal, except for the fact that there was no sky