"Where is he? Probably drunk again.. oh well."<br/>Ricky shouldered his duffle bag and rubbed at his eyes woth his free hand. He stood in the parkinglot with a small crowd of.people, either trying to contact their rides or departing all together. The blue haired twenty year old pulled a small pack.of cigarettes from his pocketed, opening it and grabbing one woth his teeth, then swapping it with a Zippo he kept, lighting the tip. Taking a long drag he turned to his best friend, Kimberly,"Think pops drunk again. I'm not gonna wait around for him. I'll catch you later, yeah?" Ricky flicked the ash from his cigarette, beginning his treck home.<br/><br/>The town was quiet, even if it was around sunset. The clouds in the sky told of a rainstorm that passed is the day. All Ricky remembered was falling asleep at some point, and before he knew it they were back in town. The sound of his combat boots hitting the pavement was the only think that filled his ears as he strode down the road. Ricky rounded the corner, finally arriving home. He walked up the steps of the porch, ooening hus front door and heading right in,"Dad! You hittin' the sauce tonight? Or is it just..." Ricky cut himself short, the silence was deafening. There was no TV and his dad wasn't in his usual spot on the lazy boy,"Beer." There were no bottles.our on the coffee table. If his father wasn't working, he was drinking, especially if Ricky was out for the night.<br/><br/>Ricky dropped his duffle bag on the floor running up the stairs,"Dad?" He called out. Ricky went up to his fathers room, opening the door. Once again, he was met with silence and an empty room. Ricky bit his lip going to the closet, shifting the doors open. He sighed in relief, as all his dads guns were still there, along with his sherrif uniform and badge. He turned and headed backdown stairs to the fridge in the kitchen. Ricky threw it open and seen all the beer and liqour was still in both compartments,"Okay... Now it's weird." Ricky took another long drag off his stoge and ran back outside.<br/><br/>Ricky looked at all.of his neighbors houses, calling out for anyone. There wasn't a single soul home. Not a one. Ricky grabbed his phone, texting his dad, but it wouldn't send. No matter how many times he tried. He threw his cigarette butt on the floor heading back to the parking lot they got dropped off at,"C'mon... Maybe kim." His eye began to twitch uncontrollably, his lower eye kept bugging as he text Kimberly to meet back at the parking lot, and that everyone in his neighborhood was just, gone.<br/><br/>Ricky made.it back in no time. The bus was gone, but the voice of one woman rang out. Apparently, she too had discovered that everyone was gone,"She's right! My whole neighborhood is empty. Even the sherrif."  He stepped up, looking at the second woman to speak,"This place is a ghost town." Ricky looked around for Kimberly, hoping she didn't disappear as well.