Her footsteps echoed in the streets of the city, Chan Lee darting left and right through the crowds. Pushing back against men and women, young and old alike. It hadn't taken her too long to leave the university's gates and into the People's Districts, though her heart beat rapidly in her chest.
Instead of long and peaceful walks to the station—she was running, running as fast as her legs could carry her.
Until her energy wore out.
The elders were right, the young generations like her were too easily winded now. She held her knees, slouching and heavily breathing. Taking in air into her lungs, catching her breath.
Beads of sweat rolled down the sides of her face and also formed her back's shirt into a drenched pool. She wiped the sweat off her brows, pulling herself up.
Nobody was there.
