I let out a breath of relief before he continued, “babe, you don’t understand, there’s a void out there, like literally NOTHING!” I shivered, feeling a chill run through me as I thought of the night outside our tent. I had heard strange noises, like something was lurking just outside, but I had always assumed it was just my imagination.
We stayed in the tent all night, trying not to make a sound. Every now and then, my husband would peer out the tent, only to quickly pull back in, whispering that there was still nothing out there. I was so relieved when the morning sun began to peek through the tent walls.
But as I stepped out of the tent, I felt a chill that ran through my body. I slowly looked up, my eyes widening in horror. There was nothing in sight, no trees, no birds, no animals, nothing. It was like the world had been erased, leaving only an empty void in its place.
My husband grabbed my arm and we ran back into the tent, zipping it shut. We stayed there for days, until we eventually ran out of food and water. We had no choice but to venture out into the void.
We stepped out of the tent, into the nothingness. We walked for what felt like hours, until we finally saw something in the distance. It was a small cabin, with a single light flickering in the window. We walked towards it, my heart racing with fear.
We stepped inside, only to find an old man sitting in a chair. He told us he had been living in the void for years, ever since the world had been erased. He said he was the only one left, and that he had been waiting for us to come.
We stayed with the old man for days, until he finally died. We were alone again, the only two people in the void. We eventually found our way out, and made it back to the world we once knew. But the void will always haunt us, a reminder of the nothingness that lurks outside.
