My body hit the wall with a hollow thunk. The wind roared harder; I felt myself being pushed back farther, even though I’m sure I wasn’t moving anymore. I couldn’t even shut my eyes to keep the wind out of them as the sun started coming up over the west side of town.
That didn’t seem right at all. I haven’t been out here all night already, have I?
That didn’t seem right either.
And then I saw a car driving down the street backwards. And then more.
And then crowds of people, all moving in reverse.
I felt like I should be scared.
I mean, I was—but the fear itself was a bit hollow, without my body pumping the chemicals in. I knew I was scared, but I didn’t feel it.
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