I ran. We ran. We just kept running. Breaking through the crowded streets of New York, interrupting the buzz of people gathered on the sidewalks.
Normal people. People with a real family, kids, siblings, parents, grandparents, hell maybe even pets. I envied those people, I envied normality, that was all I craved for my life. These people stood smiling and making small talk while we were running, running from death, being chased by it himself.
Serena, 21 a New Yorker, a girl used to being in the public eye. No secrets, nothing about her family or life hidden.
Harry, 23 your average british man, sometimes. Hired buy Serena's father.
Family business can't be so bad. Right?