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The sun was slowly setting on the ancient city. The end of another hot summer day. It was mid August and the air was damp with humidity. The temperature was slowly dropping but still not low enough to be cool. The streets were filled were cars, the honking of their horns and their exhaust fumes, giving rise to the everlasting smog that hovered over the city. Pedestrians roamed the highways adding to the chaos and completely oblivious to the cars that sped on by. The cars didn’t seem to notice them either. Everything seemed to work in some form of ordered chaos.

The city graveyards lined a great portion of the highway but the dead were not disturbed by traffic or the noise, life is for the living, after all. It was in this graveyard that he lay sleeping. The sun continued to descend, and he stirred in his sleep. The sun had painted the sky colors of deep purple, red and orange, and then disappeared behind the horizon. As the night fell upon the city, he tossed and turned in his bed. Soon, he told himself. Soon it would be time for him to wake and breathe again. Lamps all around the city lit up, and a cool breeze found its way to his bed. It wafted in through the crack in the ceiling, and he felt it bite into his flesh. He lifted his head up, and sniffed at the night air. It was dark outside and he knew it. He smiled and thought of the possibilities that lay ahead. He got up from his resting place and left the room. It was time for him to live again.

He hovered outside the grave he occupied for awhile, enjoyed the cool night air, oblivious of the unbearable heat of the day. It was a nice night and he smiled. Yes, tonight would be a good night, he thought. He lazily wandered through the graves. He always liked to be around the dead, he felt comfortable around them. They did not pose a threat to him and he felt no fear, only a sense of sadness. All those bodies lying there lifeless, they could’ve been his. But alas, he did not get there in time, he thought. It didn’t matter, the city was filled with living flesh and blood awaiting his discovery. He remained in the graveyard a few moments longer, and then took off to the heart of the city where life filled the air.