Gemotions

The eviction notice landed with a thud on the floor as John dropped it. He felt his breathing quicken and his pulse spike. The world around him had become unfamiliar and dangerous.

He walked over to his window, staring out at the street. He looked for anyone who seemed to be watching his place. Every car that passed triggered a suspicion that had been long dormant.

He began hoarding canned goods, water bottles, and flashlights, turning his small apartment into a miniature fortress. He wanted to be prepared.

He checked and rechecked the locks, testing the strength of the doors. He paced back and forth, unable to settle. A sudden gust of wind rattled the windows, and he jumped, his heart pounding in his chest.