I bustled around the shed, moving deck chairs and sticking up old posters that had begun to peel off the wall. Brushing dust off my clothes, I set to work on creating a new passcode for members who required assistance. At least that way, anyone in a spot of bother could be saved if they shouted out the passcode and another member was there to help.
After coming up with a new passcode, I tacked the piece of paper up onto the wall and looked around the shed. It was so empty now… and forever, it would be.
I sat down in one of the deckchairs, the material faded and stained, and leant back.
I must have fallen asleep, as my eyes snapped open to darkness outside and a soft tapping at the shed door.
The tapping continued. I stood up and shouted out: "What's the password? Come on, guys! I can't let you in without the password!"
No one on the other side spoke, and the tapping elevated. I marched over to the door and wrenched it open.
"You need the-"
"Password, I know."
I blinked three times, before speaking. "I didn't expect to see you here… Do you know the password?"
"No." A frail hand was extended to me, the wheelchair grinding into the grass. "Will you help me, Harvey?"
"No," I shook my head. "But I'll come with you."
"Interesting… why now? Why not before?"
"Because… I was young and foolish. Here, you want me to push you?"
"Yes." I stepped around the wheelchair, grabbed the handles and manoeuvred the wheelchair so that we were facing away from the shed.
"Aren't you going to shut the shed door?"
"No." I started to push the wheelchair forward, rain drizzling down on us. "There's no point. No one will come."