My Nightmare

There was no escape. She ran and ran through the dark streets. She screamed for help over and over, but no one replied. The only sound was the slap of her sneakers against the asphalt as she fled blindly through the abandoned city.
No other living thing existed. Not a jogger, running down the block. Not a car in sight. Not a stray dog or cat. Not even a chirping cricket, disturbing the night. Not a sound. The heaviness of the silence was almost too much to bear.
Where had they all gone? And why hadn't they taken her with them? Every living thing on the face of the earth was gone. To Heaven perhaps? To Hell? No, there were those few friends she had that had amazing relationships with God. Then again, you never knew. She thought that they were her friends. But no friends would have left her behing like this, in an empty, ugly world. Maybe, perhaps the world had ended and she had left, but unlike her friends, was not worthy of heaven and had been damned to Hell and to suffer the worst possible punishment: to forever be alone.
It all was too much. Her sides ached and her heart throbbed with despair and panic. She clutched her sides as she tried to breathe. How long had she been running? An hour? A year? Why was she running? Her quick, exasperated breaths echoed off the dark houses, the only sound in the sour air. Even the wind had fled.
She couldn't make her feet stop. She couldn't even remember what she was running from. The only thing she could think of was the panic, driving her mad. Why was it always night? Was this really just one night? Or had the sun gone too? Where was the dawn? Where was the hope?
"There is no hope" whispered the silence.
"There is no love" whispered the starless sky.
"There is no faith" said the empty houses.
"There is no escape" said the darkness.
She began to cry, hot tears spilling down her ashen cheeks. As she ran, she wiped a tear away, but brought it close to her face to examine. It was blood. She was crying blood... She realized that the crimson red was the only color in this lifeless place.
She kept running. Soon, blood began to fill her throat, a hot bile liquid choking her. It poured from her mouth, from her nose, everything reeked of the iron, rusty blood that seeped down her body, soaked her clothes, her hair, anything that could absorb moisture sucked up the never-ending fountain of blood.
When the weight of it was too much, she fell to the ground which instantly turned into a pool of hideous red. She wailed in agony, but there was no one. The only reply to her screams was the evil laughter coming from the darkness...