"I don't have a good feeling about this"
There's this girl in a maroon dress. She was beautiful. An epitome of grace.
"Don't worry about me, Jackson. Everything will be alright" she assured the boy.
Everything was suppose to turn alright. But that didn't happened.
Before the sun sets that day, everything in the Oxygen City was in chaos.
Two bodies. Priority. Being rushed into hospital.
Resuscitations were made. Both machines and a handful of intelligent doctors lost them.
The President. And Alia.
Jackson ran towards them and demands to defibrate them. The doctors tried and tried. They were put in the most advance hospital equipment ever to exist in Milena to operate and repair but nothing happened.
Jackson stood there staring--
at me?
Staring directly at me. Or maybe the wal
