pray for plagues

3: killjoys

Kellin's pov

As I sit and watch my window of the forest I sit straight. My hands are on my lap and feet on the ground.

I look at the deer that's eating luscious grass. Are deer even real? Are these animals still alive? "Switch to window," I say and the forest is gone. What replaces it is my real window. We aren't allowed to open windows and the locks on there make that impossible even if I wanted.

I look at the buildings and wall outside.. I wonder if the infected really do try to get in? I wonder what it's like out there.. The window is boring.. "set window to Sahara," I say and it turns to a grassy field.

I get up and go to my radio. I turn it on and put it on the same station it was on when it turned to that weird radio host. Its static.. I frown and start cleaning listening to the static.

After a while of cleaning my radio makes a click sound grabbing my attention. "look alive sunshine
one-oh-nine in the sky but the pigs won’t quit. you’re here with me: doctor death-defy- ..." the static blocks off words. Oh my god its back. I get in front of it turning it up a little and staring at it intensely. Tell me answers.

"-this ones for all you rock and rollers all you crash queens and motor babies
listen up, the future is bullet proof the after math is secondary
it’s time to do it now and do it loud killjoys make some noise-" it clicks off and I grab it.

"Who are you?" I say picking it up. Killjoys? What's that?

The government would kill me if they knew I had this radio.. but I need someone to explain this. I need answers. They banished justin just because he refused to wear his face mask while sunbathing.

Do what loud? What is he talking about? The government wouldn't support this. We are a quiet community. If we were loud we would get banished.  My mom said beyond the walls are sick savages that will kill you to get your clothes. Or just for run. 

I haven't talked to my mom in 5 years. I think she died or got banished because she doesn't answer her phone and I've never seen her outside. It's sad but I've accepted her death a long time ago.

I just wish I knew what happened.. maybe she got the plague? I sigh and fiddle with my radio. I want that cool weird person to start talk again.

But they dont. No matter how much I mess with it. I hate being so curious. Its killing me.

What are killjoys?

Thoughts?

Theories?

Hmmm.. next chapter might be someone else's pov...

Who do you think it will be?

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