Wanted felon in a dystopian world

Date: 2/20/2020

I got in trouble and ran away from the police. From then on I was a wanted felon. I was hiding in my apartment. For some reason, the police couldn’t come in to search the place, but they always had cars parked outside, watching. So I had to be careful not to show myself, especially at night when it’s easier to look inside windows from the outside. I couldn’t do anything. Make food, do my laundry, etc. I was in the same clothes for ages. I was belly crawling everywhere around my apartment and panicking whenever I accidentally stood up in front of a window. Then I guess I slipped up, and the police were coming for me. So I jumped out a window downstairs and ran. The town was so much different than I remembered. It was very dystopian, apocalyptic. Lots of empty buildings, cracked sidewalks. A supermarket had been converted to a gym and there were just rows of ellipticals with nothing else. It was disconcerting. I ran through the woods and ended up at a safe house with my ex boyfriend. The world was falling apart and he was worried about his job. I asked if he was concerned about me being a wanted felon. He shrugged. He seemed so bored and disconnected from the world. I hope he’s doing alright.