The Fog


Jayda Galvan, Writer

As I walk through the door, the soft jingles of the bell alert the clerk. I look around and smell the sweet cakes and pies in the ovens.

“Hey, Sweetheart! How are you doing?” Mr. Johnson says. He’s one of the nicest people in town with the sweetest smile. I smile and hug him. 

“I’m doing good. I’m just here to pick up some pies for mom’s meet-up. You’re coming right?” He nods his head and assures me for the 100th time that he’ll be there. He walks over to the shelves and grabs three pies. The steam starts to cloud the container it’s in. I give him the money charged and tell him to keep the change. With the same warm smile, he waves and gets back to work. Walking back, I see kids riding their bikes and laughing. As I get to the front porch, I see my brother pull up and park his car in the garage. He waves from inside his car and helps me. 

“Hey! Are you excited for tonight?” 

“Very!” I say. As we enter the house, we see my mom decorating the house. She waves as me and my brother help unpack. The smell of hot steak and burgers gives me shivers. 

“Smells so good, mom!” I say. 

“Yeah, I hope so. I’m trying to make it as quick as I can before people start coming.” She says. I put away the rest of the stuff and headed to my room. As I open my phone, something catches my attention. I click on the video and watch with confusion. 

“Hello, citizens of Greenville. I have just gotten word that a deadly virus has entered our small town. I suggest everyone stay inside and keep their distance from the outside world. Stock up on food, and do what you can to keep your families safe. With love from the mayor, I wish everyone a good night.” The video ends as my eyes widen. I text my best friend about it and she doesn’t answer. I call her. Doesn’t answer. I wasn’t too worried because I understood that she would have plans, but I needed someone to talk to. So, I called my other friend that lives across the street. We talk and I tell him I need to tell him something. We had always been close, and so he told me to meet him at the treehouse. We should be okay, right? 


“Hey, what’s up, Marie? You seemed a little scared on the phone… are you alright?” I nod and grab some snacks. 

“I think something is about to happen. I had an alert pop up on my phone. Check your phone, let’s see if you got it too.” I say. He nods and checks his phone and sees the same video. He watches it as I can feel him get scared. 

“What does this mean?” He asks. I shake my head in discomfort. 

“I don’t know but I really think you should stay at my house tonight. I’m having a party there anyway, but my dad has all his tools in the basement. If something does happen, we’ll know.” I say He nods and he tells his mom he’s sleeping over. She confirms and goes back to work. Walking back to the house, a huge fire truck speeds past us. We look at each other and keep walking. In the distance, I can hear my mom laughing with my brother and them. As we head into the front door, my family says their hellos and we walk to my room. I look on the phone to see any update, but my service has gone out. I look at him, and he looks at me. I restart my phone, but no change. 

“Okay, here’s my plan. You stay here and make sure all the windows and curtains are closed. I have some duct-tape in my drawer to cover the windows with. I’m going to go downstairs and tell everyone to come inside. I just want to be safe because you know how gullible I am.” We both laugh. I go downstairs but no one is down there. I yell for my mom but no answer. I yell for my brother, no answer. I ran through the house to see if anyone is outside, but the skies are grey and the streets are completely empty. No cars are parked, no bikes are laying in the middle of the sidewalk, and no kids are screaming and running around. Something doesn’t seem right. I lock all the doors and windows downstairs and run back up to my room. My friend is still taping the windows. I run in and shut the door and lock it. 

“Jacob… no one is outside. No one is inside. No one is literally anywhere. Their… all gone.” I say. He looks out the window and all you could see are little leaves scraping on the road, flying through the sky. This might be the end of the world.