Chapter 1: Good morning
Drake was dreaming peacefully. He rolled over once in bed, dreaming of a warm beach. Rays of artificial sunlight fell on his face through the window. He smiled, enjoying the warmth. In his dream it was not sunlight that gently caressed his cheek. It was the smooth, pale hand of… Wait, Sunlight?
He jerked awake frantically and looked at the clock. 10:45.
CRAP! He got out of bed in a frantic rush, and ended up tripping on his cover. He crashed to the floor; his Robo Cube that was on his bedside table fell on his head. "Owwwww!" He got up grunting, rubbing his head. He practically jumped into his closet, coming out seconds later fully dressed. He was about to head out the door when his cell-phone rang. He winced and pulled it out of his pocket, flipped it open, and put the receiver to his ear. "Um, hi Ernest. Listen, I'm sorry I over slept…" He stopped talking; whoever was calling was panting, hard.
"Drake? Oh thank god they haven't found you yet." Marcia said in between breaths. Drake could vaguely hear the sound of police sirens in the background.
"Marcia, what's going on?" He was steadily growing concerned. Judging by how hard she was breathing, he assumed she was being chased. But by whom?
"I don't have time to explain right now…" More sirens in the background, this time they were growing louder. Marcia had gone silent
"Marcia? Marcia answer me!"
More heavy breathing on the other end. Drake let out a sigh of relief, and then regained his composure. "Marcia please, what's going on?"
"Bogy's, get there as soon as you can- Harry and Ernest should be there already. I'll get there soon, and please be careful".
Click
Drake was left standing there, one hand on the door, the other clutching his phone to his ear. Over a hundred questions were flying through his head. He took a deep breath, and opened the door. He didn't think about the questions, he didn't think about the panic welling up inside him, it didn't occur to him that he might not ever be able to wake up in his apartment ever again. He shoved all these thoughts and doubts to the back of his mind, and ran.
He ran past his neighbor's apartment, the sound of breaking glass and shouts came from within. Another argument. He ran past Lucy, his landlady, who was sweeping as she always did at this time of day. He could barely hear her as he raced by.
"Late for work eh? Well, don't let it bother you to badly." He didn't stop to say good morning, or goodbye.