Going Where I Want to Be

I step outside and it's bright, so bright my eyes don't adjust for a few minutes. Where are my sunglasses? It's mid-afternoon as I walk down the strip taking in the people along the way. Mostly tourists who all have that certain pace about their travels. You can always tell a tourist by their pace, walking with a group, occasionally stopping to take a picture of something, in this case a group of guys dressed up as Batman, Homer Simpson, and Optimus Prime in that order. I watch them but I don't stop, not even for Batman, I've got somewhere I want to be.

I step outside and it's bright, so bright my eyes can't adjust for a few minutes. Where are my sunglasses? It must be high noon judging from the intense dry heat raining down on me. The silence as I walk down the strip today serves as the soundtrack for the most eerie scene my eyes have ever taken in. No tourists out today, no Batman, no Homer Simpson, and no Optimus Prime. No people. At least none that are alive. No reason to stay here anymore. I have to find somewhere else I want to be now.