Frank

As soon as Frank stepped outside, he knew there was something very off. The air felt heavy, but there was no wind. It did not feel hot or cold, and it was deathly quiet. He was still barefoot as moved towards the car that was seemingly parked in the middle of the street. It was a blue Mazda 6, and the driver was a young Hispanic man. Frank peered into the car and saw that the man looked just as blank faced as Brooke. “What the hell...” he muttered and stepped back. He ran his hands through his hair and looked up and down the street. He saw more frozen people up and down his block that he had not seen from his bedroom. A little panicked, he runs back into his house.

Frank paced around the house, trying to rationalize his situation. Was it some sort of virus that put people in their frozen state? He thought. That would not make sense, as there also seemed to be no power. He checked the toilet and bathroom. There was also no water. The virus theory was out. Plus, a virus would not leave a bird frozen in mid-flight. Another big question was why was he the only that was moving? Perhaps it was some sort of special bomb he thought next and he somehow survived it? Frank went into his kitchen and open the fridge. He saw in a movie once that a fridge could protect you from a bomb blast. It probably wasn’t true he was probably an idiot for thinking it. Regardless, he was out of ideas. He looked in the fridge. It was dark. Reaching in, he felt it was neither warm nor cold in it. He removed a jug of fruit punch. The red liquid inside was frozen. It wasn’t ice frozen, though it was like some sort of jelly.

He left the jug on the counter and did not even close the fridge. Frank was in a state of shock, not knowing what to do next or what was even happening. “This is probably a dream,” he thought aloud and headed back to his room. He climbed back into bed and buried himself in his blanket. Sleep took a bit to come, but it finally came. Things will be back to normal when he got back up was his final thoughts.

The urge to take a piss woke up him. He was super groggy as he climbed out of bed. He checked the time. It was noon...how long was he out? The sun outside was bright...as it had been when he went to sleep. When did he even go to sleep? He thought back and remembered how weird things were since he had gone back to sleep. Everything had frozen or something. Frank stumbled into his bathroom and did his business. The water in his toilet was weird. He became more awake when he realized it was more of a jelly substance than water. He tried to flush. Nothing happened. “FUCK!” he screamed. He managed not to make a mess in his panic as he ran from his bathroom. It wasn’t a dream.

Frank looked outside from his bedroom window and groaned. Things looked exactly like they did when he had peeked outside the last time. He did not know when that was, as time didn’t seem to work. It was noon then, it’s noon now. He knew he had been asleep for at least a few hours, his body told him that much. His body was the only thing that worked. Dejected, he looked away from his window. He closed the blinds, followed but his curtains. At least this made his room dark. Fitting for the despair that was filling him. He checked his phone. It was frozen and didn’t work. He tried his TV. Nothing.

He left his room. It was silent. He had left the door open to Jeremy and Brooke’s room earlier. The room was still empty and nothing was out of place. He went downstairs. In the kitchen, the fridge door still sat open and the jug of jelly fruit punch was still on the counter. He eyed the fridge and the jug and thought that Brooke would sure bitch at him if she was around. She was around, though he remembered.

Frank headed to the sun room converted office. As expected, Brooke had not moved since the last time that Frank had seen her. He approached her and he realized she looked a lot like a lifelike wax figure, albeit a very good one. She was seated crossed legged behind her desk, her fingers poised over her keyboard. Her green eyes were blank and stared aimlessly at her computer monitor. She was his friend’s wife, so he was not really attracted to her, though he admitted she was cute. “Brooke...” he said, getting next to her. He hoped she would move or respond. There was no such luck.

Frank poked his redheaded landlord could see down the open neck top Brooke had on. He could just make out the white bra, even. His cock stirred. He stepped back slightly as dirty thoughts entered his mind.