The Art Of Survival

Things started off in no particular set order today. It felt like any other boring old day.. so why did the air of the morning feel more crisp despite it being September 28th 2020? Why had all the birds chirping stopped.. where were all the birds? The oddities were peculiar as Chae rode to work on the bus.

She pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose and stared with green eyes at the other town folk with a hint of a polite smile. She glanced at the time on her watch, she was running early for a change, she would make it to work with at least fifteen minutes to spare today.