City of Saints (ON PAUSE)

Part 4

"What is this place?" I asked. "My name is Tyler, and this is The Asylum." He raises his hand, holding the bloodstone, and announces "Attention Ospreys! We have a new hatchling!". Woo's and cheers fill the tunnels. "We come here at night to plan on our rebellion against this city." Tyler hands me the bloodstone and I put it back in my bag. "So, wanna join?" He holds his hands together and looks at me. "Join what?" I ask. "The rebellion! I thought I made that clearerer" he stumbled over his words. "The term is clear, not clearerer" I tell him. "I didn't know you were a dictionary." He said it in a kind of joking way, but I think he actually meant it. "I mean I'm an Osprey so I kinda have to." Tyler smiles at me. I'm glad I said yes. He shows me the way around the tunnels and the different entrances. The day is almost here so the Ospreys have to leave the tunnels. Tyler and I leave through the hole we entered whilst everyone else went their own ways. The air was humid when we left The Asylum. In the distance there was a slight fog, a mist at that. Mist. Crap. "Tyler, we need to get to the apartments quick." I speed up my walking towards the fire escape. "Why? It's only 7, people leave their houses at 10" he catches up to me. "The mist." I point towards the distance. "What about it?" He asks. "I met this grandma earlier and she kept repeating 'Don't inhale the mist'." I tell him. "That's strange. If she was right, we do need to get to the apartments." Tyler speeds up his climb. We get to the apartments and quickly get to our rooms.
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The clock chimes at ten and everybody leaves their rooms and start their day. The streets are still filled with fog that seems to span on forever. I need to leave my house today for the store, but I can't breathe the fog. A mask would probably work. I go into my closet and sort through my old accessories. The only mask I could find was a pink ski mask. Great...
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I get to the grocery store and start to shop. I go to checkout and Tyler is there, working as a cashier. "Yoooo, Lance! Can I call you that?" I nod and put my groceries on the conveyor belt. "So, today is a bit foggy, isn't it?" He eyes toward the exit. "I know, I thought the lake would've dried up after all these years." I hand him my money and grab my bags. Before I leave the store, I wave my pink ski mask in his direction.