Apocalypse Narrative

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It was just past twelve noon on a cold 18th of December day as Patrick Michaels sat in the waiting area of terminal 3 without moving. His long legs were stretched out and casually crossed at the ankles while his chin passively rested on the fingertips of a calloused left hand. His head was slightly tilted back resting on the blue textured wall behind his chair and the fixed stare of his dark brown eyes appeared to look down the prominent ridge line of his nose. Patrick’s forehead was weathered from a life spent outdoors and in recent years had begun ever so slightly yet noticeably to show wrinkles. However, today the corners of his eyes showed a telltale beginning of crow’s feet, but more from the intense singular squinted focus …show more content…
Much like Patrick, the man stood very still with his head slowly moving left to right or right to left depending on if planes were taking off or landing. He stood there with his arms clasped together, the right hand holding the left behind his ramrod straight back. His hair had been freshly trimmed, his face smooth and closely shaved all wrapped in a tailored gray stripe Brooks Brother’s suit. While at first glance it seemed to be a confident or even a casual stance, looking longer would reveal there also seemed to be the undercurrent of a guarded reservation. In his attempted struggle to blend with the crowd, the stranger had taken on a forced and unhurried stance which in reality made him stand out and look uncomfortable in his surroundings. There was something familiar, yet there was most assuredly also something very uncomfortable about the …show more content…
This was the first perceived movement in Patrick since he had first noticed the man almost 10 minutes ago. It also signaled that Patrick had made a decision. Dropping his hand away from his face Patrick slowly twisted his head back and forth, stretching his neck first one side then the other. He took a very deep breath expanding his chest fully and then exhaled slowly, allowing his breathing to return at least to the appearance of normalcy. Placing both hands on the arms of his chair, he slowly raised himself upright and slowly, almost painfully began to walk toward the