Silence

The world is different now. She doesn't know when it happened. All she knows is that the clocks have stopped ticking, the radio is broadcasting silence, the TV shows nothing but static. The curtains have been closed for weeks. She doesn't remember closing them. She doesn't remember the last time she had heard anything other than her own breathing. How long has the world been silent? She isn't sure.

There's something scratching at her front door. It's getting louder now. She knows the door won't last for very long.

She goes upstairs to her bedroom, and waits for the end.