Fragment 3

They told us the lockdown was a drill. Then they said it was a riot. Then a biohazard. I believed them—because the alarms kept blinking green. We have protocols for containment breaches, for chemical spills, even for psychological collapse. But we don’t have protocols for everyone vanishing without a sound. Not screaming. Not dying. Just… gone. Hallways that led to offices now lead nowhere. Half the cafeteria isn’t there anymore—just a pit filled with fog and static. I watched a man walk into it. I don’t think he meant to. I don’t think he even knew. We’re unraveling. Not dying—unraveling. And the systems still insist everything’s normal. I think they’re lying. Or worse—they’re telling the truth, and this is what ‘normal’ has become.