River Rose
RIP Avicii 1989-2018
18 years. 6570 days to be exact, since the world fell into chaos. Approximately 6570 days since Project Archangel launched. It’s not as if he could ever forget. Counting them was just another way to keep himself sane. Cooped up in this facility every day, and well....turns out being one of the last of humanity didn’t mean he got special treatment.
Number 12 sat quietly, taking a moment to rest before meal time. There were cuts on his arms from the day’s training, always pushed too hard. He sniffled and wiped his eyes, pulling his sleeves down. There was supposed to be a big announcement that day. He’d rather not miss something else.
He entered the large room where they usually shared their meals. His eyes sought out Number 13, spotting him and sitting down. “What do you think the announcement is?” Number 12 asked, fidgeting with his sleeves. He was rather nervous about the day ahead. Perhaps training would get harder. Maybe it was something else.
Number 12 sat quietly, taking a moment to rest before meal time. There were cuts on his arms from the day’s training, always pushed too hard. He sniffled and wiped his eyes, pulling his sleeves down. There was supposed to be a big announcement that day. He’d rather not miss something else.
He entered the large room where they usually shared their meals. His eyes sought out Number 13, spotting him and sitting down. “What do you think the announcement is?” Number 12 asked, fidgeting with his sleeves. He was rather nervous about the day ahead. Perhaps training would get harder. Maybe it was something else.