Miromi rolled over and looked at her alarm clock surprised by the amount of light creeping into her room. ”Four am… weird.” she tapped the device, as if expecting that to fix the problem and then sighed heavily to herself. ”I guess the electricity went out in the middle of the night. I don’t remember hearing about a storm. Stupid cheap apartment building.” She was going to be late to work again, which wasn’t too great because it would be the second time this week and it was only Tuesday.
The unusual chitterlings of birds caught her ear as she walked across the cheap, shaggy carpet to the one window in her whole living space. From outside she hear the loud noises of barking dogs and shook her head before closing the curtains tighter. ”I don’t understand how people can just allow their dogs to bark all the time. Doesn’t it get annoying to them too?” She was a little surprised that the barking hadn’t woke her up earlier but she had done a lot of physical labor yesterday so she’d be particularly tired last night.
Walking over to a tiny dresser that had come with the apartment, she began rifling through to find something to wear to work. A tingle ran down her spine as her eyes flitted back to the window. Even as she stripped out of her pajamas and donned a pair of ragged blue jeans and a black tee shirt with the latest company’s logo on it in neon yellow block print, Miromi couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching her. Not prone to the feeling, she tried to laugh off her own paranoia. Filling her pockets with her keys and wallet, Miromi quickly slipped into a pair of beat up, leather work boots before rushing outside.
The sound of the lock clicking echoed eerily in silent cement stairway. Something felt wrong. Something was missing. Glancing around, she observed the rest of the apartment complex. Her one room ‘loft’ was situated on the third floor and through the opening at the end of the stairway she could see her surroundings. There were about twenty buildings, in all, covered in peeling green paint. The color might have been pretty once but now it had faded to the color of dying moss. The pavement and streets were cracked and the ‘grass’ hadn’t been cared for in years. All these factors really didn’t matter to her, however. The place was cheap, allowed you to pay by the month, and most people left her alone. Miromi didn’t plan on staying here long, but then again, she never planned on staying anywhere long.
Descending the steps, she walked out into the parking lot and spotted her motorcycle right away. It was an older model and prone to fits, but Hermes was her trusted companion and one of the few things that stuck with her year after year. Movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention but it was only a stray dog wandering around. The animal looked her way for a few seconds before walking off again. ”Where is everyone?” Miromi said to herself as she looked around the area one last time. In the distance, she heard the distant cry of a siren but other than that the air was still and stiff. Shaking her head again, she started up her motorcycle. She had more important things to worry about, like how she was going to explain her tardiness this time.