Massacre

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I roll over in bed, kicking my legs in a frustrated manner because I really don't want to get up this morning. I guess I say this every day, but still.

I clamber over to the wardrobe, trying not to wake Alicia as I fumble for my clothes, still half asleep. I put on the jumpsuit (standard attire of the hideaway group) and grab my wash-bag.

"Mffp." Alicia mumbles as I am about to leave our pod. (Side note - it's the year 2050 so there are gonna be some weird words. A pod is like a small bedroom. kind of similar to the picture attached but much bigger and there are like 12 stacked up with ladders to the top ones.)

"What was that Al?" I ask, chuckling to myself. There is no response, and I look over to see that she has fallen back to sleep again. Bloody typical. The pod door opens when I press the button and I begin to make my way through the maze that is where we all sleep.

I reach the ladder under pod 312 and mentally prepare myself for the climb. Why did he end up with one of the top pods? It's too much effort to climb up all the time.

I begin climbing the ladder, concentrating hard on my footing because I am very clumsy and have lost count of the amount of times I have fallen off.

The pod door opens when I reach it, and the smoke rolls out the door, burning my nose and reminding me of the times when the smoke was a comfort to me. I locate the small window - prising it open, and plop down next to him.

"You know, with vastly depleting resources I thought they would of banned people for using drugs recreationally." I smile, looking into his slightly bloodshot blue eyes.

"Hello to you too." He says, rolling his eyes and kissing me quickly, before taking another drag of the cigarette.

"You could at least open the window." I say.

"Window smindow. You're beginning to sound like my mother." He chuckles, then stops abruptly, a dead look coming over his features. But it is gone before I say anything.

"Drugs are bad you know." I say. But I don't mind, because I know that it helps him. Everyone, including me. has used this particular one at particularly difficult points, it's what it was created for by the doctors. Most only use it occasionally, like me. But Louis has been through such a lot, and lost way too much in the progress. Without it, I doubt he would be alive today. The grief would've killed him.

"It's for medicinal purposes." He rolls his eyes again, before stubbing out the cigarette and wrapping his arms around me. "So, you hungry?"

"I was expecting you to bring me breakfast in bed, but that never happened."

"If I may state the obvious, you are not in bed."

"Touché." I get up, taking his hand and pulling him out of the pod. I'm about halfway down the ladder when I feel my foot slipping, and I fall to the bottom of the ladder. "Shit!"

I lay on the floor in a heap, not hurt, but annoyed because that is the second time this week. Louis finally gets to the bottom and creases over in fits of laughter.

"Don't laugh at me." I get up, brushing myself down and frowning at him.

"I'm sorry. You should've seen your face." He says, then does a very crude impression of me landing in a pile on the floor.

"Shut up. Now hurry up, because I'm hungry."

He is still laughing all the way to the cafeteria, where our food is slopped onto our plates. I find Alicia and join her at one of the tables whilst Louis canters off to sit with some of his mates.

"Finally got out of bed I see." I mumble, stuffing food into my mouth.

"Nice. Real classy." She jokes.

"Classy is overrated." I say, with my mouth still full of food.

The bell chimes, and every head in the hall turns to the stage where Dr. Bryony is standing at her podium. She's the leader of our organisation, and the reason the place is running and so many people are safe. And she's the best doctor that has ever existed, which helps.

"There is only one announcement this morning, and is about a new addition to our group. That's when I notice the other man standing next to her. Even though I can't see him properly at the moment there is something familiar about him, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

Then he turns, his piercing green eyes meet mine and a shiver involuntarily goes down my spine.

I know those eyes.