Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the deserted street, Sarah found herself standing alone in the midst of a bustling city that had fallen eerily silent. She clutched her coat tighter around her.

Sarah's heart raced as she glanced around, her eyes scanning the empty storefronts and darkened windows. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. The usual sounds of the city—car horns, chatter, and footsteps—had vanished, replaced by an unsettling stillness.

A gust of wind whispered through the alleyway, causing Sarah's hair to flutter. She swallowed hard, her anxiety growing with each passing second. A sense of unease settled over her like a heavy blanket.

Is it over yet? Sarah thought, her inner voice filled with trepidation. She had no idea what "it" was, but the question echoed in her mind, refusing to be silenced.

Taking a cautious step forward, Sarah heard a faint rustling sound from behind her. She spun around, her heart pounding in her chest. There, in the dim light, she saw a figure lurking in the shadows.

"Who's there?" she called out, her voice quivering.

No response.

Sarah's instincts screamed at her to run, to find safety, but her feet felt rooted to the pavement. She watched as the figure slowly emerged from the darkness, revealing a face obscured by a mask.

"Is it over yet?" the masked stranger asked, their voice low and haunting.

Sarah's fear reached its peak, and she turned and fled, her footsteps echoing in the empty streets. She didn't know what "it" was, but she was determined to escape its clutches. As she ran, the unanswered question continued to haunt her, echoing through the labyrinthine alleys of her mind, leaving her with a profound sense of unease.