Apocolyptia/man
From Create Your Own Story
You sit on your soft, cushioned seat as the city skyline flies past at rapid speed outside of your window. Neon lights and sky scrapers blur amid the haze of smog that clouds the city. You never would have moved here if it hadn't been for your job. Times are tough, and no matter how much your family wanted you to stay, there was more money to be made in the city.
Sighing, you turn your attention inward, surveying the ragtag group of individuals sharing your commute home. A black man sits not far from you, his headset turned on, bobbing to the rhythm of music only he can hear. Across from him sits an old couple, holding hands and speaking in shushed tones.
You are mildly surprised as you knew that people where speaking of the possibility that the Government was going to issue a General Euthanization Mandate for the Elderly. No wonder they are speaking so quietly. Your jaw tightens as the hug each other, the woman bursting into tears as the man tried to console her. You know one day you'll have to face the inevitable end.
Shaking your head you turn your attention to a girl sitting across from you. She has a punk mohawk, the neon pink tips a stark contrast to the grey metal of the bus. She sports a white tank top that shows off her well muscled stomach and a pair of neon suspenders that shift hues are holding her tight leather pants up. Not that she would need the suspenders as the shorts leave little to the imagination, clinging tightly to her every curve. She sits in a fetal position, her back on one side of the seat and her black combat boots pressed against the other.
Noticing you watching her, she smiles and waves slightly, her pink eyes sparkling. You find her somewhat cute, if a bit unorthodox in her clothing choice.
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