romantic fiction

Marilyn’s heart started beating uncontrollably in her chest as she made her way out of the
supermarket to the hot Hollywood boulevard. All she saw were abandoned cars on the street,
swinging swingsets with no one on them, empty shops and booths, and an empty street.
“Andrew!”
“Danielle!”
Her voice only echoed back at her. Everyone was gone and Marilyn did not know what
happened or where they were. She didn’t know how long she ran from shop to shop, screaming,
crying and looking for her kids.