Gemotions

“Another day, another… nothing," Liam said aloud, the words echoing in the empty apartment. He’d already exercised, cleaned, and even started a puzzle, but the feeling remained, a hollow ache in his core. He wandered over to the bookshelf, pulling down a random volume and flipping through the pages without really reading.

He stared out of the window at the parking lot below. He felt a nagging compulsion to leave, to find something… anything. He decided to go for a drive. He soon found himself in an unfamiliar part of town, parked by a small, overgrown park. He wandered inside, his steps aimless. He tripped over something. He looked down and saw a metal box emerging from the soil. Inside, he found a collection of old comic books. Where had these come from?