My name is Tucker Church, and today is Wednesday morning. Some people say that today is the first day of the rest of our lives. Me… I think that this is the day after the end of the world.
My apartment is completely silent, the deafness reminds me of a graveyard. The only thing that I hear is my own incessant thoughts. I thought that my mind would have started working again by now, but it hasn't… The one thought that keeps possessing my mind, is how different the world is today, compared to yesterday morning.
I am sitting on my couch, which is the same ragged piece of junk that I found on the corner Sunday afternoon. At the time, it seemed like the perfect addition to my new apartment, now I barely even notice it, even though my body is pressed against it. The television is on, but I cannot understand what they are saying. The reporters are just yakking away, like they have been for hours. I am still not ready to face what they have to say… Everything is just so sterile and different now. I feel like I am trapped in some sort of cruel prison cell.
Why can't I get past the last twenty-four hours?!
My name is Tucker Church, and today is Tuesday evening. I am standing at my window looking down onto the street, which is completely empty. The urban jungle that usually lies just beyond my building is nothing but a concrete wasteland now. The people that pound the sidewalks day in and day out are gone. Most have left the city, almost everyone is to afraid to stay on the island.
My body is starting to numb again, and it's getting harder to stay in control. I am fighting the urge to run away just like all the others.
Something warm and wet is soaking through the sock on my right foot. Worried that I have wet myself, I look down. I am relieved to see my overturned beer can at my feet. I cannot move to clean it up. I am frozen to this place. I fear that if I move, the whole world might cease to turn again. The whole world would just stop.
Why can't I get past the last twelve hours?!
My name is Tucker Church, and today is Tuesday afternoon. I am completely lost! I have no idea what is going on, no one does. The people out on the street are spreading wild ideas. There is no way to know if any of them are true. We all saw the same thing, but none of us can explain why it happened… No one can believe it…
Hundreds, if not thousands of people are still marching down my street. Everyone is trying to get out of the city. They are all just the same as me; they are just frightened and confused. Never underestimate the power of panicked people is large groups. That's why I'm holed up in my apartment.
The news and the view out of my window are starting to batter me down. It won't be long before the media has completely desensitized me.
Why can't I get past the last six hours?!
Hello. My name is Tucker Church, and today is a Tuesday morning. The date is September 11, 2001. I just moved to New York City on Sunday, from a hoaky little town in Southern Illinois. I moved here to further my career. I am a police officer, and was just hire by the NYPD.
Today is the first day of the rest of my life! I can't wait to get on with the next twenty-four hours…
Oh my god, what the hell just happened?!