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For Mercy, the night was still young, and yet, she was forced to follow the curfew. She wasn't too happy about it; there were tons of people that weren't. That was why not to long ago, the rebels attacked the government buildings and hospitals. It was like Star Wars on crack if you asked here, the rebels fighting against the republic. Just this time, there was a deadly virus spreading like wildfire. Especially now that it was confirmed that a popular water bottle was a spreader. She knew that she was nervous; she had practically drunk only that water. Then again, so many people in Lethford drank it - so who knows who is healthy and who isn't anymore.

Her sneakers padded against the ground as she made her way down the steps and into the metro's familiar smell. Her card swiped, she pushed through and started her descent even more. She had a train to catch, and she needed to catch it now, or else she'd have to wait almost an hour for the final train of the night to come.

It was then, just as she made it down the last step, she booked it towards the train, and just as she opened her mouth to tell them to hold the door, she slammed straight into someone, sending herself flying to the floor, her bag spilling. She heard the sound of her phone screen shattering against the cement.