8 P.M.

From time to time, I would go to the Minoru tracks for a walk.  Tonight was one of those days.  I never liked walking - too boring.  This time I brought a book, so I can read while walking.  I was the only one walking with a book.  It's alright.

The story hit an unexpected twist.  Zombies.  Now that I think about it, it was kind of creepy when I walked on the track with so many people walking in the same direction, while at the same time reading about zombies chasing people.  However, something else caught my attention.  It was that familiar breathing sound, clear and constant.  I looked up and sure enough, it was him.

I have only ever seen his back.  The few times I saw him he wore a cap with his black mid-length hair tugged straight at the back, a tank top that showed his smooth muscular arms, and navy pants with buttons on the side.  He ran, so from time to time he would run past me.  Whenever that happened though, I would first hear his breathing from behind.  He always breathed at that exact same way as if it was played by a tape recorder on repeat, so it could not be mistaken.  Whenever I heard his breath I would look up and watch him.

He ran alone.  There was no music player or anything.  He just kept his head straight ahead as he ran around the walkers like he was in an obstacle course.  I have never seen a moment of hesitation in him.  He took wide steps, so it looked like he was momentarily airborne right after each thrust of his legs.  Soon enough, he would disappear into the crowd far ahead.

Masculinity, enough said.