It is a humid night, which is unusual considering this time of year. All the ordinary people are retired to their homes, regaining their energy for the next long day ahead of them. Only the brave, the careless and the evil beings prowled in the darkness, searching for entertainment or their next victim.

Fear flowed through London at late times. The evil presences were not to be messed with as they were lethal. At night it was their city, ran by them, the equivalent of a dictatorship. If you disagreed with their views or attempted to rebel, you would be executed at the click of a finger. These occasions would be rare, as not many people dared to challenge the unknown. The cloaking mist transformed the streets into a maze, a shroud concealing the contents of London. The only noises that could be heard were shouts and screams that originated from nothingness.

If you were looking for a healthy way to exercise, a midnight jog would suit you just right, assuming you survived. The pollution flung around in the daytime has less presence at the late hours, as the majority of Londoners are cramped in their safe-havens browsing the internet, the doom our society has fallen into. Inhale the midnight air and feel relief as your lungs take in an untainted sample of oxygen. It could be the last bit of atmosphere you ever experience, so enjoy it. Your daring run sets you into a paranoid state as you are aware of the deadly environment you’re pacing through. You’re staring down every street and peering around every corner on your toes as an understandable precaution, turning your head towards any slight sound. Before you know it, you’re sprinting at full speed after performing a u-turn, heading home. You hop into bed in anticipation for the morning, where you can go about your business in a safer environment, with the evil being vacant.

The morning is a cold one, different from the earlier warm temperature. Your mood has improved due to surviving the daring feat of venturing out into the darkness. Now that it was an early time of day, your guard could be lowered and you could enjoy a less stressful existence for the day. You’re not the only one taking advantage of the safety of daytime. People have flooded the streets and the shops are struggling to cope. The traffic is shooting out pollution into the air, resembling the worst fireworks ever in celebration of the day. Shouts of pain have been exchanged with shouts of irritation, excitement and joy all stirred into one pot. The overpopulated streets of London could be mistaken for a third world country. Even if you decided to jog in the day instead of the night, it probably would not have been possibly anyway, considering the people on the streets are packed like sardines. This is when fear levels are at rock bottom. The population is the most relaxed at this time, but the relaxation gradually decreases as the darkness of the late night approaches. The fear does the opposite to the relaxation, this cycle repeats and repeats and repeats and will do so for all eternity.