World Ending Nano

The world ends quietly: no explosions, no war. Just silence. Describe what happens next.
Not Role-Playing as Emiline. Character name: Sarah

Her breathing ragged from her nightmare, she got up and went to her kitchen to get a glass of water. Standing up, she plodded to the sink, in the dark she turned on the tap. Huh, strange. No water came out. She hit the tap to see if that would change anything. Nope. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she looked around her kitchen, no lights from electrical appliances, no hum of the heating and no creaking of her old house. "Mom!?" She calls loudly.

No response.

"Mom!" She calls again, louder. Yet again, no response. So she runs to her room to see it eerily tidy, as if out of a bedroom advertisement. No personal belongings, no shoes on the floor or slight smell of older women perfume. Nothing to show that someone had lived here. Sarah's blood ran cold. "JAMES!"She quickly darted to her older brother's room. Pristine. No socks, clothes or CD's over the floor like normal, just eery cleanliness. With shaky hands, she pulled out her phone and called the emergency services..... Only to be left on voicemail. Voicemail, from the emergency services?! Sarah sprinted back to her room, wondering if that would have been mysteriously tidied too. Luckily, I was just as she'd left it, all messy with last weeks crisp packet scrunched up in the corner nearish her bin.

Sarah decided to see if her neighbours were affected, she grabbed her thickest jumper and slipped into her joggers into the early hours of the morning outside. There was a mild breeze and a slither of a moon providing a weak light source. Walking on the asphalt, she walked to number 19 and banged on the door. "Anyone there?"

Silence.

Sarah knocked again, and again. Then she tried opening it, and the door swung open with ease as if it had never been locked in its life. Cautiously, she walked into the house. The hallway was spotless, shoes neatly lines up by a locker, a mat laid by the coat hanger to catch any water. It was perfect. But wayy too perfect. It was as if Sarah was walking through a showroom, where the house had been all dolled up for sale. Quickening her pace, she walked through to the kitchen. The same forced perfection looked back at her. Getting panicked, she knocked over the fake fruit bowl, and watched as they scattered across the shiny wooden floor.

Her heart rate was racing by now. Why was everything perfect? Where had everyone gone? Rushing to the next house, same thing. And the next and the next and the next. Sarah felt like she was going to throw up. Every. Single. House. In her neighbourhood was empty. But not as if no people were there at that moment, No. Empty as if nobody had lived there. Ever.

All the fireplaces were lined with stock images of families, a range of ethnicities, some had dogs others had cats and one had six children. It was terrifying. It was as if everyone had been erased from existence. Sarah felt her skin getting clammy, throat dry, her hands trembling slightly, her heart seemed to just get faster and faster, her breathing becoming difficult. Sarah pulled out her phone with trembling hands, nearly dropping it twice, and rung every single number on her contact list. Every single one of the two -hundred and twelve contacts rang to voicemail.

Dread sunk into Sarah's bones, she walked back to her house and locked the door behind her and barricaded her bedroom door shut as if to protect herself from this unknown threat. She huddled under the duvet covering her head and begged that this was just a dream.