Day 184

The last thing she remembered was the bus.

She dreamt of a high view.

She dreamt of seeing mountains.

She dreamt of a river falling towards her,

or was she falling towards it?

Her eyes opened at last.
She wasn't on the bus.

She was somewhere tall and concrete with
empty eye-socket shells where windows
had once been.

Gingerly she stood up and began to walk
forward, trying to see where she was.
The whole structure tilted as she moved
and she scrambled back to her waking spot.

The swaying began to lessen as she sat there
gasping for air, panicked and alone.

She slapped her face, surely this is just a dream?

It wasn't.
No matter how hard she hit herself her surroundings
remained the same - bleak, bare and unstable.

She could just about make out the skyline through
the nearest window, she was maybe three floors up.
Too high to jump out, especially with a building
this decrepit.

Maybe... maybe she could run for the stairs?
All buildings had stairs right?
If she was fast enough she had a decent chance right?

Taking several deep breaths she prepared herself.

Staying wasn't an option, how long could she wait
before the damned building just collapsed altogether?

She slowly stood up.
The building remained still.
Tiptoeing forward she peered into the corridor outside
of the room she was in.
Just as bare as the room.

There was a door on one end of the hallway, it was
her best shot at getting out of there.

She moved as fast as she could.
The building moved with her.

She reached the door as the building began to tip forward.

It was locked.

If a building falls down and no-one can hear it, dies it make a sound?
If a woman vanishes and her body is never found, did she ever exist?
If she disappears away from any sign of life, can you prove she is dead?