October 8, 2013
A woman is sitting in her old, shuttered house. She knows she’s alone in the world because every other living thing is dead. The door bell rings.
With a puzzled look on her face, the elderly lady began to wonder if she was just hearing things. As far as she knew, she is the only one left on Earth. There were several enormous nuclear plant explosions that had wiped out and killed everything in its path months ago. For some odd reason it decided to skip over one particular old raggedy shuttered house in the middle of nowhere.
Lucky for the old lady it just so happened to be her home that was spared. In disbelief of what she thought she had heard she ignores it and continues knitting in her rocking chair. Since the major nuclear explosion incident, the old woman had become lonely and turned to knitting as a way to pass time and get her through her days. She had no pets, no family left and no friends. Still she would often think of her late beloved husband John who had died due to the nuclear exposure when he went to town that awful morning four long months ago.
“Ding-dong” the doorbell rings again. Now for certain she’s not just hearing things anymore, the old lady slowly creeps out of her old wooden rocking chair. She then thought to grab her metal cane next to her rocker. She was hopeful, but also hesitant in wanting to find out what or who had rung her door bell.
She began to slowly creep towards the door trying to be as quiet as she could, not wanting to scare off what might have caused the door bell to ring. Finally she reached the worn out wooden front door which she proceeded to open. With a look of disappointment and disgust on her face there was absolutely nothing there.
The old lady looked to the right, followed up by looking to her left and could not see anything out of the normal. Nothing different or odd stood out to her. She decided it just must have been a coincidence so she closed the door and