pray for plagues

2: 15th pass

Kellin's pov

Sweat runs down my back and my lips part. As I bounce up and down I feel muscles burn. I bite my bottom lip trying to ignore the pain. I'm so close. I let out a shakey breath and close my eyes.

My legs want to give out but I cant. Not until I finish. My arms are burning too. The jump rope makes a tapping noise ever time it hits the floor. I start skipping instead of small bouncy jumps. Oh god this hurt. My muscles want to give up. Just thirty more seconds.

I whine a little and keep my eyes on the timer. As soon as it beeps saying my 20 minutes is up I trip on it and fall to the ground. I jump up and slightly freak out. I TOUCHED THE GROUND. I turn off the timer and rush to the bathroom and turn on the shower. I stip out of my wet with sweat clothes and throw them in the laundry basket and then get in the shower.

The hot water helps get rid of germs. I lather soap on me and wash my pale skin. I wish tattoos were still a thing. Everyone is against tattoos because that means someone would be closer than 6 feet to you. I wash my hair and stretch a little. God I'm so sore. That's what happens when I have to much time on my hands.

I've been skipping rope every day so I can be healthy. 1,300 calories per hour of vigorous activity, so it's good I do a hour a day. I do 20 minutes each time. I rinse myself off and step out onto my shower rug. I dry myself off with a clean fluffy white towel and sigh. I'm so.. bored.

I tie the towel around my waist and walk out. I go to my bed and lay down on it, I'm so tired. All last night I thought about that radio. Who was that? Why haven't I ever hear them before and were did they go?

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After my first shower of the day I dress in my white clothes. All of our clothes are white because it's the cleanest color. I pull up my white skinny jeans and go to my door after I have my long sleeved shirt on. "I'm going outside," I tell my house.

"Do you wish to use your 15th pass?" It asks.

"Yes I do," I say putting on my white shoes and then some gloves.

"Please make no skin contact with anything outside and stay 6ft away from anyone you see. Remember the plague is nothing to underestimate. Your safety is our main concern. Do not take off your mask of gloves no matter what, have a good day," the house says and a clean mask is dispensed. The door unlocks. I put the mask on and go outside.

My eyes closed and I feel blinded. It's so bright. I blink a few time and try to adjust my eyes to the bright sun. I look at the doors to other apartments. Everyone is locked up.. I go down the white stairs and after a while of getting out of the actual apartment place I get to our city part. Theres only about ten people out today  plus the guards.

I look at one who is wearing a white suit. He's holstering a white ray gun. I look at the big walls around the city that keeps the infected out. As I walk I feel the smooth concrete under my shoes. My dream is to be able to lay in the grass but you never know what germs could be there.

Theres not much to do or see.. the fake trees look nice, I think they are a new model since I've been out. The fake bushes still look the same.

I go to the public seats and a robot cleans one for me. "Thank you," I say and It waves robotically and leaves. The government decided they shouldn't be able to talk back people thought it was creepy. I sit down and look at the sky. I love the sky. I want to swim in it.

As I'm watching a person walk across the fake grass they- cough.. I sit up and watch blazers get pointed at him. He freezes. Robots go over to him and escort him out.. out of our safe zone.. Hes being kicked out. Did he have the plague?

Chills go up my spin and I see him start struggling and yelling that he's not infected. Everyone who's outside is watching just like me. A guard that was near him..

Shoots him..

"Todays outside actives have been cancelled. Please go inside and disinfect immediately," a guard yells. I sit shocked..

I knew they banished people and killed them if they fought back but.. I've never seen it. Shaking I get up and try to tear my eyes off the bloody guy. It's like I got whiplash because I cant stop looking. Its horrible.. I know I shouldn't look but I cant turn away.

When I'm in my room after my shower I cry.. What if he wasn't sick? They didn't even test him. Tears rush down my face and I feel darkness seep into my brain. There is no hope. This plague will be the death of us.

I'm scared..

But..

I'm okay. I really mean this, I'm okay. Trust me. My mind tries to calm myself down. Today was supposed to be good.. I didnt even get to talk to a person. Has it really been over a year since I've talked to a real person?

Thoughts?

Theories?

Vibes?

Kellin?