Midlight = Daylight and Midnight

That Monday morning wasn't dark or mysterious. Fog didn't fill the air. It was actually quite pleasant, quite bright. The sun rose and the sky was a beautiful shade of blue. I woke up and got ready, barely making the bus in time as usual. I sat in the first open seat by my older sister and pulled out my headphones and turned on my phone. "Steal My Girl" played in my ears as I took out my book to read. I thought I was on my way to school. I looked at the window, my reflection appeared on the glass and the grass outside looked green. But that day, that day something happened. That day, the world was radiated with a force that made people act inhuman. And though there souls still lived, they became trapped. But the radiation didn't work on a certain group. We didn't know why, but we were thankful it did not work on us. A certain group of us remained human. A certain group of us kept breathing. A certain group of us still knew how to love. I am in this group.