The city was quiet. Winding down for the night as people started to go home from their jobs, maybe from a drink at a bar. It had always been like this though, a routine that everyone followed. People ignored the signs of trouble, keep your head down, your mouth shut, and trouble won’t go your way.
It had been years since the epidemic that affected children across the country. The cases stacked against each other, and yet it only seemed to last a week. Only a handful of tragedies being reported. But, now the children were grown up, barely remembered that time. Only the aftermath. A generation of people with powers. No one could explain it, most kept it hidden out of fear for abandonment.
Mia Orlanda was one of those people. Now a grown adult, she lived alone in a small studio apartment, working from home as a writer. She vaguely remembered the sickness. But it didn’t matter, because her powers were now seared into her. She couldn’t sleep, not again. It was like Mia’s body wouldn’t allow it. She craved for some type of interaction, so out the door she went with her backpack. Wearing dark blue jeans, a black shirt, and a leather jacket. She popped on her bluetooth headphones, and started walking.
Mia didn’t know where she was heading, maybe she would go to her usual cafe that was open 24/7, or maybe try one of the local bars. Anything to get her out of her apartment, she had started to feel better with the night air nipping at her fingertips. She weaves through the small crowds of people walking, lost in her own thought now.
@goobydistancedravo
