It’s morning. Although it is already 6am, the town was still dark, as gray clouds loomed all over the island. And heavy fog lingered in the streets. Lights from the windows, posts and signage lit the streets. A few joggers here and there and a handful of vehicles brave enough to tread in this weather. Lyn woke up earlier than usual, the cold air gave her goosebumps and the sudden urge to go to the bathroom. She hurriedly made her way, she past by Margo’s bed, catching a glimpse of red veins on Margo’s arm, but her mind was in other places. After she did her business, she came back to Margo’s bed, trying to see if she really saw something. There were no red veins in her arm, or anything that resembled what her peripheral vision caught. All she saw was her friend, sleeping soundly. She yawne
