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results.  Desperate, he called the helpdesk for the HR system his office used knowing it was manned 24/7 out of India.  After navigating the automated system of press 1 for and press 7 for's he was finally on his way to a live person.  Again the phone just rang.
    He lay there a moment staring at his ceiling.  If there were monsters or zombies or some other danger out there he certainly didn't want to leave his house.  Of course if he were going to stay put maybe he should go stock up on supplies first.  These and many more thoughts ran through his mind all in the span of five minutes.  Evan went back downstairs and sat on the couch.  He switched to the Phillies v. Marlins game, a last attempt at live footage and was less surprised but still amazed to see a skewed view of an empty stadium.  On the field were empty baseball uniforms scattered around, "What the hell happened."
    Not wanting to sit idle or maybe not wanting that feeling of panic to seep in again, he made his way to the garage and got in his car.  As he reached the end of his driveway he noticed another set of clothes.  A small purple dress and a single white sock in his neighbor’s yard.  Their front door was also open.  He put his car in park and jogged over to the house, "Hello?  Maggie?"  No answer. 
    He returned to his car and drove to the grocery store.  He drove past the McDonalds and noticed the car that had hit his bumper earlier was now almost to the white box truck, stopped only by the curb, the engine still running.  He noticed more of the same as he passed the restaurant and made his way to the grocery store.  Cars stopped in the middle of the road but still running.  A few accidents and occasionally a shirt or a pair of underwear blowing across the street like tumbleweed.
    In the shopping center parking lot there was only one accident.  A car coming down from the highway apparently kept going and stopped when it crashed into the glass window of the bank in the middle of the lot.  It was strange seeing such things not be surrounded by people.  The cars radio was still on but it was just white noise.  While most radio stations were automated, DJ's still interacted with switches when they were talking before and after songs or commercial breaks.  This station operator must have been talking when the blackout happened he guessed.
    He edged into one of the handicap spaces but didn't park.  Not yet.  He sat there for a full minute staring into his rearview and side mirrors then again out through the windshield looking for any signs of movement, any signs of life.  Again there was nothing.  He shut off the engine and got out.  A large white spatter covered the lot behind a mini-van, an exploded gallon of milk that had hit the asphalt when its carrier magically disappeared no doubt.  The trunk of the van was still open and a cart full of bagged groceries had made its way back towards the store.
    Just in front of the automatic doors was a stray apron.   On top of it he noticed something glinting in the sunlight.  It was a dental retainer.  For whatever reason this sight prompted a feeling of fight or flight in Evan.  He quickly ran back to his car and retrieved the pistol from his glove compartment.  As he reentered the grocery store he did so cautiously, pistol gripped in the pocket of his sport coat like some 50's gangster.  As he turned the corner he saw an old woman standing there smiling at him, he stifled a scream and nearly fell on his ass in surprise.
    "God DAMN it," he said to himself as he realized it was just a large cardboard cutout of some lady that won one of those reality cooking shows holding a plate of cookies advertising her new line that started in January, "fuck."  There was the sound of a few conveyor belts moving groceries for bagging.  A puddle of Ragu and shattered glass lay congealing on the floor where one belt forced an overflow.  Evan jumped out of his skin again when the automatic checkout