Ryan Wiley - Disappearance

My name is Andrew, and this is the story of when everyone disappeared.

I wake up and turn over to see what time it is. The red lights on my alarm clock are blank. Oh crap, the power must be out. I look over to my right and notice my wife, Abby, isnt there. Very strange considering she always sleeps like a baby. She must have decided to check on the power. Im glad she let me sleep in.

Honey! I call out. No answer. I get up to see whats going on. When I look out the front window, I see the power is out everywhere. Even the streetlights are dark.

Hon, are you there? I say a little louder. Theres still no response. Im starting to get frustrated, especially since I have a very big day today. Im a web programmer for Vinitech. The company name sounds eerily similar to the one in the movie Office Space and on some days I feel like the frustrated main character. Whoever wrote that movie must have worked at a place like Vinitech because his portrayal is spot on. Vinitech isnt quite the big corporation type of place (there are only 60 of us) but were already at the point where we have a lot of the same corporate nonsense that goes on.

For example, if a bug is discovered in code I write, I hear about it from my boss, my bosss boss, and some guy of whom Im not even sure what the hell his job is other than to tell people theyve messed up on something.

Ive worked at this company for eight years now, and Ive seen many lazy socializers get promoted while the quiet and hard-working people get told to work even harder. I clearly fall in the latter category.

In my free time, though, Ive decided to work on an idea that came to me. Its a bit confusing to explain, but its basically a way to cut down on the steps needed to make payments online. As easy as it is to pull out your credit card and with one swipe pay for something in the offline world, this would essentially do the same thing online. The great thing is it would work with all websites. I know I personally cant stand having to fill in my name, address, phone, etc., every time I make an online purchase. This would eliminate all of those non-sense steps.

Id already finished the development when I finally struck up the courage to tell my boss about it. He didnt seem very interested. Huh, very interesting. Hey, where are we on the Stebbins project?

Later, I told another boss about it. He thought the idea was brilliant. I was there when he discussed it with boss #1 and, as if by magic, he had a change of heart. I wanted to call him out on it tell boss #2 Id already brought it to his attention and he didnt seem to care but I have enough business sense to know that sometimes you have to swallow your pride and make your boss look like the genius he so clearly is not.

My meeting to present the first demo is scheduled for 9:30 this morning and I couldnt be more nervous. I go out to the living room to pick up my cell phone and call Abby; the battery is low and I have no signal. I dont think I can recall ever being at my house and not having bars. Oh well, Im sure Abby is around here somewhere. I set my phone alarm for 7:00. I usually have no problem waking up before that time, but with this little interruption I guess its better to be on the safe side.

My alarm goes off and it startles me. I can count on one hand the number of times Ive set my alarm and had it wake me. Im fully convinced the mind is an amazing instrument, capable of doing things we cant even imagine. Its amazing; I always wake up 5 minutes before my alarm is supposed to go off. Not today though. It must be my lucky day.

I look over to my right; Abby still isnt there. I check the garage to see if she left for work, but her cars still there. That means she must be around here someplace. Abby and I dont live in a McMansion. Its a nice little 4-bedroom house in a really great neighborhood. The truth is, we are really lucky to be living here. Abby had grandparents who passed away right as we were entering the real world. As it turns out, they were very well off much to the surprise of her parents. After living through a few wars, her grandparents had become pretty crazy about stashing away money. Her grandfather also happened to be a financial adviser, and he knew how and where to invest their money. Their attorney did the calculations and figured out they must have put away over fifty percent of their income during their lifetime. Fifty percent! It was a pretty good day when we learned our share of the inheritance came in the form of an eighty-thousand-dollar check.

Of course, being young and dumb kids out of college, we used fifty thousand dollars of it as a down payment for this house. We seemed to have forgotten that wed still have to make monthly payments even after we put down a big down payment, but we get by. We plan on having little tykes soon, so we bought the big house a little early.

I walk around and check every room, but theres still no sign of Abby. Screw it, I dont have time to look for her, not today. Normally I would shower and shave at this point, but because I knew I would be in a rush I did it last night. After my morning breakfast I dont bother brushing my teeth. I grab a couple sticks of minty fresh gum and head out the door. Ill have to call Abby later to find out where shes been.

As I go to push the garage door opener, I have to laugh at myself theres no electricity. Some habits are tough to break. Growing up, I was the only kid I knew that had to manually open a garage door. Its not that my family was poor; I had a roof over my head and food on the table, which was about all a kid could ask for. I didnt have the added luxuries, though, that many of the other kids had at school. Ive always been the type of person who is grateful for everything I have, so it didnt bother me to have hand-me down clothes and shoes that were a little snug. I was happy.

Since I grew up lifting garages the old-fashioned way, I already know what to do and I dont even have to Google it. After a simple pull of the emergency rope, I lift the door with my scrawny arms and head out.

Im one of those oblivious drivers that can be driving for twenty minutes and not recall a single moment from the ride. Today was not one of those days though.

Perhaps because of the electricity and my wifes mysterious disappearance, a part of my consciousness was awake enough today to pay more attention to my surroundings. My daily commute takes exactly 17 minutes and 33 seconds. I know this because my commute involves no highways or stop lights. Sure, it has a few stop signs along the way, but that doesnt affect the timing very much. As the programmer type, Im a nerd with numbers, or you can just call it OCD denial if you want. Ive calculated every possible back road and other way to get to work trying to save every last second that I can. After trial and error over the years, Ive settled on my 1,053-second route (the averaged time from about 20 rides to the office).

As Im driving, its odd I havent passed any cars yet. My drive usually doesnt involve passing too many, but theres always at least one or two. Today though theres nothing. Maybe the electricity being out has caused everyone to sleep in.

Approaching 17 minutes and coming close to my office, I can already see from a distance there are no cars in the parking lot. Now, Im usually the morning type who likes to get in early, so there arent very many cars when I get here anyway. But, Im almost never the first one to show up. There are always at least a few people who get here before me to catch up on work thats fallen behind.

Something is weird here. Although, again, that may be explained by the power outage. Why the hell didnt I think of that? We are an online development company where we do the majority of our work ONLINE. Of course there would be little point in going into the office without electricity. Of the 60 employees, Im the only moron who didnt think to check in first. I would think that if we were supposed to take the day off until further notice my lazy-ass boss would give me a ring to let me know. I reach into my pocket and grab my cell phone only to be reminded that theres still no service. How people survived without cell phones and the Internet, Ill never know.