The dust swirled around her, getting into her eyes. It should have hurt. Yet she was past caring.
The park was filled with laughter and screams. She watched as children ran around the grassy field, laughing and tugging at each other's hair. Couples were strewn in every hidden nook and corner, smooching and whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears. Dogs were jumping everywhere, trying to catch airborne freesbies. Everywhere she looked, there was life.
Then she opened her eyes.
The park was empty. Everything was either black or brown. Ashen. Dead. Everyone but her. She shook her head.
There was nothing else to be done.
She walked to the parking lot. Before, her hands would've been inside her pockets. Now, they were swinging loosely by her side. No one was there to see.
She scanned the few remaining cars. One still had a key in the ignition. She climbed in and turned the key. The engine made a soft purr, loud enough to make her jump. She put the car in reverse.
She was cruising down the highway when she heard the siren. Police. What was so wrong with driving young? A few seconds later the sirens grew louder. She stepped on the gas. She was racing. She swerved through the lanes, overtaking the vehicles blocking her way. She was laughing. Living.
Then she blinked. Her beautiful game of cops-and-robbers was gone. Nothing left but empty cars strewn across the road. She'd never dreamed that she would someday wish for a police car to chase after her. Then again, she'd never dreamed about any of this.
A few minutes later and she arrived at her destination. She jumped off the car, landing on rocks. As she waked on, the jagged rocks slowly turned to smooth sand. She spotted a sandcastle a few paces away. Someone had also left a shovel.
She was crying. Her brother was dragging her to sea. She was screaming. "I don't wanna swim! I don't wanna swim! Let me go! Sharks! Mommyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!"
But mommy wasn't coming. Nobody was coming.
She entered the souvenir shop. She punched through the display case. The shattering sound of glass was deafening. She grabbed the cannonball and went out.
Water lapped at her feet. Slowly, ever so slowly, it rose. To her knees. Her chest. Her neck. Her lips. Her nose. She couldn't breathe. She smiled.
She sat on the sea floor. She would have seen corals. There should have been little fish darting in and out of them. But there was only this endless stretch of sand. And the sky.
They were calling to her. Pulling her deeper. The bubbles soon disappeared. It was the end. She smiled.
) - Sadly, I'm too lazy to extend this idea. We'll just have to settle for a very short story.