Passing The TorchBryan opened his eyes and stared at the light streaks forming an I on the ceiling. The light trickled in from the streetlight outside, which Bryan prayed the city would move for some time to no avail. He sat up in bed and glanced at the clock on the nightstand: 3:30 am. Ever since his family's passing, sleep had been a fleeting thing. Most nights, his mind refused to shut down and on those nights he found himself wandering the empty halls of his house like a ghost. In six hours he would officially become the new hero of Crystal City, which created enough excitement and anxiety to keep him awake for a week.
Bryan rolled out of bed and shuffled into the bathroom. When he flipped the light switch, a gaunt face peered back at him from the bathroom mirror.
“Jesus, I look like
