Whoever got me stuck in this lonely world was probably angry beyond control at this point.
The knocks got louder and louder and fear made me squeeze myself into a corner of the sitting room. I covered my ears and waited.
It had to end. Or I would end.
'God, please make it stop!'
It started like a simple knock on one door and then spread to every door in the house. Then it got louder and wilder. It shook the whole house like an earthquake and left me wondering if the whole town still stood.
It was one thing to be alone on a modern island with actual houses with at least electric bulbs still working than to be alone on a destroyed island with no sign of civilization.
Was it perhaps a reaction to the destruction I had just done to my house?
I closed my eyes and prayed.
"Oh God please I didn't mean that!"
