Executing Plans

He walked to the edge, hands resting on the safety railing. From this vantage point, he could see the sprawl of the city, its organised chaos.

people walked without purpose or meandered aimlessly, all unaware of what was coming.

Unaware that in less than thirty-four hours, their reality would merge with another, and everything they understood about existence would shatter.

Clouds drifted overhead, their edges gilded by the setting sun. Even in this industrial zone, with its stark architecture and utilitarian design, there was beauty in it.

Arthur closed his eyes, allowing himself this single moment of peace.

His life had taken a major turn in the past few months, and he was slowly getting accustomed to it.

He didn't like it.

Not at all, but he had to adapt. Adaptation was a key to survival.

'Survival...something so easy to attain for some. Yet so difficult for others.'