Celeste had taken to staying up all night, sleeping during the day, letting the barest slivers of light creep into the motel room from the thick, dust-mote ridden curtains. The problem was waking up in a town that went to bed early.
She decided to try McDonald's, but entering the eerily empty restaurant felt like an instant mistake. The brunette spotted a woman waiting in line. "Did the Rapture happen, or...?"