Gemotions

David felt his stomach clench. He ran a hand over his face, leaving a smear of dirt on his cheek. The smooth, cylindrical metal object gleamed under the streetlamp, mocking his confusion. He found it while walking his dog. He didn't recognize it.

His palms were slick. He could feel the blood rushing in his ears. The street, usually bustling with life, felt empty and silent. It was as if time itself had stopped. He stared at the capsule, a cold knot forming in his gut.

He wanted to scream, to run. But something held him rooted to the spot. He bent down, hesitantly reaching out to touch it. He tried to tell himself it was just a prank. Just a misplaced object. But a nagging voice whispered that this was something more, something sinister.