The End Of The World, Again

My chest was burning. My throat had become as dry as the Sahara desert. We haven't stopped running.

Not once.

Marco and his men have been chasing us for fifteen minutes now. I was desperately trying to catch my breath as it felt like I had none left anymore.

The occasional announcement made by the military could only faintly be heard as we were now moving further and further away from the city center.

Ronan was still holding my hand, our fingers interlocked as we made our way down the dark and empty streets of New York City.

It suddenly started raining again. Huge droplets of rain hit my skin, each drop feeling like a punishment.

Ronan pulled me into an alley, and we quickly made our way down it.

We both spotted an open café at the same time. We rushed over to it. Once were inside the café, Ronan closed the doors behind us before walking back over to me.