Monument 13

Washdown

I run to the bathroom, when I see all the little kids tearing each other apart. I go in and help Lila and Benjamin-- Lila is an AB and Benjamin is a B, it seems-- out of the bathroom and try to calm them down. Lila is hallucinating and Benjamin is just scared. I see Otis, starting to blister again, carrying Jasmine out, and holding her still as she kicks and thrashes around. She's an O. Figures. Scarlett leads the twins out, also both AB's. I hold Alison back from getting the last little ones; I don't want her to kill them, and Molly, fighting off the hallucinations, brings out Stephen, popping bloody blisters, and Lindsay, screaming and kicking at her. The water had chemicals in it. We seal off the bathroom and get a kiddy pool. We pour gallons of fresh water in it, from the bottles in the food aisle. Then, one by one in order of the one who stops their symptoms first, I wash everybody. I don't know why it was me, maybe because I'm B, but now everybody wants to get washed, not just the little ones. I wash Benjamin first, because he's a B. Benjamin had dark brown hair and almost black eyes. I scrub his scalp and sponge off his clothes and skin. He then goes, dripping wet, to Otis, who dries him off, then to Scarlett, who brushes his hair, and finally to Alison who picks out his new clothes. Lila comes next. She waits patiently as I sponge her off and wash her curly blonde hair. She watches me with pale blue eyes.
"There you go, Lila, now run along and get Otis to dry you."
Ida is next. She's the youngest, so I wash extra carefully. She has red hair and hazel eyes, and her chubby cheeks are dotted with freckles. Her brother is exactly the same. After Henry is Jasmine. She rolls her eyes at me and grabs the sponge to wash herself down, but I grab it back and force her on the stool. After washing her hair, I send her to Otis, mentally wishing him and the rest luck with her, and Lindsay climbs onto the stool. Lindsay has long brown hair with blonde streaks in it. Her eyes are green-- pure green like mine, only mine are paler and have a ring of navy around the outside. I wash her carefully and finally comes Stephen. Stephen has black hair and light brown eyes, an interesting combo. I scrub the blood off his clothes from the blisters and wash his hair. And then all the big kids want their hair washed. I sigh as Molly climbs onto the stool first. I pour a bucket of cold water on her head. She shivers, and her teeth chatter. I wash Molly's white-blonde hair as she washes her own clothes. She sets her sad, brown eyes on Otis and dizzily walks towards him. I just then realize how many people have died. I also realize why she's so sad. Her boyfriend died. He was Payton's best friend and he was sitting on the window seat with Payton. So that's who's arm Payton was pulling. I sigh as Payton climbs onto the stool. He sits facing me (everybody else (except Lila) sat away from me) and he watches me intently with his pale blue-gray eyes as I pour another bucket of water over his head. His brown and blonde hair plasters to his forehead as I wash it, and he cleans the blood off his shirt. We're the same age-- literally. We're both born on October 11, 2012. 10/11/12. Both a year young for our grade. Awkwardly, I'm about an inch and a half taller than him. He stands up quietly, probably still mourning for his twin sister, Via, and Finn. Otis comes next. He sits facing away from me, but washes off his clothes himself, and talks to me while I wash his hair. I'm glad at least one of my good friends is still alive. After the others, it's finally my turn. I pour the remaining water over my head and scrub it out with soap. I brush the blood off of my clothes and skin with the sponge, and dry myself off at Otis's abandoned towel station. I take a bottle of detangling spray, now almost empty from the other twelve people that have used it, and spray it everywhere on my long tangled brown and blonde hair. I brush it out, making sure to get all the knots, and go to pick my clothes. I take a maroon and black striped short-sleeved shirt, skinny jeans, and my old brown boots that just barely reach my ankle. I zip them up and go to eat lunch. I plop down at a table with Payton and Otis. I would have sat with the girls, but Alison, who used to be my best friend, is hanging out with the other two now (/not talking to me), Scarlett is deep in a conversation, and Molly is giving me the evil eye for no reason. So, I decided, consulting the previous evidence, that I should probably not sit with them. I eat my lunch of hot pizza and ice water, as Payton and Otis talk about their parents and what might've happened.
"Ok, guys," I say, after they bring up the possibility of our parents being dead or they could be being eaten alive (or eating others, depending on their blood type). I pray that my parents are B's. Just not A's and NOT O's.
"Let's talk about something less depressing."
Otis opens his mouth to say something when we hear a rattling at the front gate. We rush over and Otis finds the controls and turns on the security camera. We see a man, rattling the gate, and he calls,
"Hello? Let me in, would ya?"
I turn to Otis.
"We can't just leave him out there," says Scarlett.
"Yeah," says Alison, "Maybe there is that gas, but he's just like us. Probably starving to death."
"C'mon! Let me in! Please!"
Otis shakes his head.
"We can't trust anybody."
"But-"
As if on cue, the man begins to scream.
"LET ME IN RIGHT NOW! LET ME IN. I WILL KILL YOU. LET ME IN. I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T LET ME IN."
We all jump back in surprise.
"Told you," says Otis, "He's O."

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A/N

Well. That was crap. I'm sorry. I just wanted to explain what everybody looked like and what relationships they had with Lily but I didn't know how to do it. Okay.
Well that's the story of how Lily  had a bath with twelve different people.
Sorry about that.
I hope you enjoyed it anyway :)