You lived in a neighborhood with a one way street and a white picket fence. Your house looked the same as everyone else’s house. The only difference in them were the colors. They were different pastel colors and resembled something from the 1950’s.

Everything was the same. Everyday. You’d walk to the small school, pick up groceries after the bell rang, and then you’d go home. It was a repeat process.

The neighborhood was surrounded by water. The men in black suits would visit sometimes, explaining how the world beyond had been destroyed and this was the only place left that was safe. Or at least… that’s what they said.

But after a while, a pattern occurred. The people who would become weary, question too much, or try to leave the island, would disappear without a trace.

Don’t question the men in black. Don’t question what you’ve been told. If you do, you’ll disappear. And for the people that have disappeared, forget them. They’re better off forgotten anyways.

Is there something beyond? Are the men dressed in black really telling the truth? Or are you all pawns in their little game?

Your best friend just disappeared yesterday and everyone else is acting as if they never truly existed in the first place. Just as they’d been taught…

You sit at the dining table with your family as your mother puts food on your plate as usual.

What will you do?