POV

As the sun rose steadily from the far horizon, I exited my house and turned left onto the road of my suburban neighbourhood. I began to walk down the old and cracked pathway that lay outside of the countless mid-sized houses. A cold crisp breeze hit my face and I shivered and adjusted my long red scarf. I walked this route every day but somehow, today felt different. The usual birds chirping with the rising sun was nonexistent and a strange feeling of tension rushed over me brought goosebumps to the back of my neck. I tried to shrug it off as it being a colder day than usual but I couldn’t shake the peculiar and frightening feeling. As I was deciding to cut my pre-work walk short I heard a rustle in the bush behind me, the sound of something cutting through the air and then everything went black.

Cullen Meyer opened the door of his large but empty house. 4 bedrooms but only one ever occupied, Cullen was a lonely man. He didn’t mind though. He was a smart and precise man in his mid-thirties and lived his life in a routine that never changed. His walk at sunrise before he would drink his coffee and drive to the towering government lab