The city was buzzing with energy, The morning sun peaking its splendid celestial body on Ashbridge city. Blanketing the city in its warm embrace.
Ashbridge stirred with caffeinated urgency as people rushed to work, school, or wherever their morning demanded.
Mark sat on a park bench, the breeze brushing gently against his worn face. He leaned back, arms stretched out, head tilted to the sky, letting the sunlight kiss his skin.
"You look like you belong in a horror movie."
He recognized the voice but didn't move.
"I am in a horror movie," he muttered, turning his head to the woman blocking the sun. "This whole city is a horror movie."
Rachael stood before him, her blonde hair tied into a low ponytail and her emerald green eyes looked at him. Both her hands held a cup of coffee. She took a seat next to him and handing over one of the cups to him.
