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𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  –-  matteo.

          “you sure? i don’t mind.” logically he was pretty aware that not everyone had someone to contact, but the idea of being in this kind of situation and really not having anyone you needed to check in with — to make sure they’re okay, to tell them you’re okay — is a little mind blowing to him. so he keeps his phone stretched out, hanging in the air still. “nothing really. it was vague as hell. i don’t think the authorities know what’s going on. or which authorities are actually in charge.”

shaking  his  head  in  response  ,  he  was  absolutely  positive  his  parents  were  better  off  not  hearing  from  him.  it’d  only  make  them  worry  about  barrett  ,  that  he  was  out  and  in  the  same  area  as  her.  no  –-  it’d  be  better  altogether  to  pretend  he  didn’t  have  any  parents.          ❝  thanks  ,  man  –-  but  i’m  okay.  ❞      he  turns  his  head  to  look  at  a  growing  commotion  in  the  hallway  ,  eyes  observing  the  tense  air.          ❝  well  ,  whatever  it  is  –-  it’s  not  helping  anyone  stay  sane.  ❞

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𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  –-  quinn.

   𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐄 sits on her lap, prompted open and yet, eyes are anywhere but on the glossy pages. she scans the room nervously, how not to ? in a moment like this. the magazine, she took in hopes to distract herself from everything but the attempt obviously failed. eyes, they land on the person who addressed her, a bit taken aback that someone knows her name. but upon further inspection, she recognizes the man. she’s seen him many times at the diner, though she is surprised he managed to remember her. she was not the kind of person to stand out, nor to remember. “ i - yes. that’s me. ” in a normal situation, she might have smiled –– might. “ i did, i - were you guys together, when that happened ? ” she did not know what that actually was, she tried her best to listen in to stray conversations, some sort of explanation but she was currently empty handed. it was all speculation, so far.

he  wasn’t  with  barrett  ,  but  he’d  already  ran  into  her.  no  ,  he  was  alone  when  the  alert  went  off  –-  empty  handed  and  unaware  of  what  was  to  come.  his  eyes  landed  on  her  face  ,  then  down  to  the  open  magazine  ,  reading  the  gossip  and  the  words  splattered  across  the  pages.  averting  his  gaze  away  from  the  magazine  ,  he  sits  down  next  to  her  and  leans  back  ,  resting  his  clasped  hands  in  his  lap.  shaking  his  head  in  response  ,  he  said,  ❝  no  ,  we  weren’t.  ❞        pausing  ,  he  raises  an  eyebrow.          ❝  what  about  you  ?  were  you  alone  when  it  happened  ?  –-  whatever  it  was.  ❞

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𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  –-  alex.

“ what’s the harm ? ” one could hear a laugh between all the screams and weeping sounds in the hallway. yes, she actually laughed at his words, yet was even closer to call the security. this man was DEFINITELY something. “ i’ll tell you what —- ” she began, the laugh abrupt gone, pure spite spreading across her lips instead. calling the security probably wouldn’t be such a good idea right now because people would break out into even more panic, so she tried to be as subtle as possible. so the surgeon actually started to slowly & carefully ( after all, she was still working at this very moment so couldn’t draw any attention to her ) push him away from the patient’s bed. “ you are not AUTHORIZED to even be close to his bed, yet alone talk to him. go to the other people, start some deep conversation with someone else & wait for further instructions. just like everyone else. got it ? ”

❝   bye   ,   pops.   ❞         the   way   he   says   it   almost   convinces   him   that   this   man   is   his   grandfather   –-   though   he   never   knew   his   real   one.   as   he’s   being   pushed   away   by   the   doctor   in   front   of   him   ,   he   can’t   help   but   look   down   at   her   and   give   her   a   lopsided   grin.   he’s   been   told   that   it’s   his   signature   “   shit-eating   about   to   start   some   trouble   ”   smile   ,   but   even   he’s   not   sure   what   it   looks   like.   to   him   ,   it’s   more   of   a   feeling   of   stirring   up   trouble.               ❝   but   i’m   not   like   everyone   else   ,   doc.   nobody’s   willing   to   have   a   deep   conversation   right   now   –-   are   you   ?   ❞

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𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  –-  matteo.

          the atmosphere in the emergency room was toxic. he tried to keep a watch on people for a while, to see if he could keep anything awful from exploding. but the tension was simply building and building, and he began to be afraid it was him who would explode. so he resigned himself to walking the halls, trying to find someplace with better reception on his cell. he was desperately texting his sister, but it was taking forever to go through. he doubted the towers would hold up to this kind of abuse much longer. 

          when someone interrupted him, he finally glanced up from the screen. “oh. no, sorry. i don’t have a clue what’s going on. but do you need to call someone?”

remy’s   eyes   drop   down   to   the   phone   in   the   other   man’s   fingers   ,   wondering   if   he   should   attempt   to   contact   his   parents.   he   hasn’t   spoken   to   them   since   landing   in   jail   and   he   doubts   they   care   much   if   he’s   okay.   he   wonders   if   they’ve   already   called   barrett   –   or   vice   versa.   responding   to   to   the   other   ,   he   shakes   his   head   slowly.               ❝   no   ,   thank   you   –-   no   one   to   call.   ❞         he   lies   ,   but   points   to   the   phone.               ❝   what   did   the   alert   say   ?   any   warnings   about   what   was   coming   ?   ❞

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𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  –-  eli.

the other man’s question surprised him. he furrowed his eyebrows at the man’s tone, but continued. “there are other waiting areas on other floors with chairs, couches and outlets that i highly suggest many of you go to. we ask that you not go into patient rooms because many of them are very, very sick or they have requested to be left alone. private/restricted areas are often dangerous due to potential chemical contamination if you are not wearing the correct equipment.” he looks over at the two people the man motioned to, but two nurses make there way over to them before he can move. “if anyone needs medical assistance, please flag someone down. are there any other quetions?” he asks to the room.

❝   just   one   more   –-   ❞         remy   speaks   up   again   ,   moving   with   the   momentum   of   an   angry   and   uncomfortable   crowd.               ❝   are   you   in   charge   here   ?   are   you   the   big   boss   man   ?   ❞         he   doesn’t   mean   to   antagonistic   ,   but   if   the   opportunity   arises   ,   he   knows   that   he’s   going   to   take   it.   it’s   who   he   is   ,   it’s   always   been   who   he   is.               ❝   i   mean   ,   come   on   man   –   it’s   the   end   of   the   world   here   and   there’s   no   cots   or   blankets   ?   what   kind   of   hospital   is   this   ?   ❞

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𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  –-  asher.

fishing   through   his   pocket   ,      yet   again   ,      another   identical   black  -  labelled   bottle   soon   emerges   in   his   fingers   .      “   all   yours   ,      man   .   ”   he   answers   ,      tossing   the   bottle   in   the   other’s   direction   ,      and   it’s   truly   against   his   brain’s   wishes   –   because   in   a   mere   few   hours   ,      he’ll   be   near  -  desperate   for   more   ,      but   if   it   were   going   to   ease   nerves   of   the   others   ,      he’d   be   happy   to   help   .      “   hey   ,      man   ,      what   do   you   think   that   explosion   was   ?      people   are   loosin’   their   fuckin’   minds   here   .   ”

he   thanks   the   other   man   ,   fingers   wrapping   around   the   bottle   as   he   catches   it.   unscrewing   the   cap   ,   he   shakes   his   head   at   the   other’s   question   –-   he   can’t   even   imagine   what   could’ve   made   an   explosion   like   that.               ❝   my   best   guess   ?   the   military   –-   ours   ,   or   another’s.   ❞               his   shoulders   move   in   a   shrug   ,   his   fingers   dropping   the   cap   in   his   coat   pocket.               ❝   maybe   america   is   finally   at   war   ,   you   know   ?   why   –-   what’re   you   thinking   ?   ❞

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𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  –-  barrett.

                   𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄  .  the  day  he  left  ,  that  had  been  the  choice  he  made  and  he’d  stuck  to  it  ,  after  all  these  years  .  there’s  nothing  else  to  say  ,  she’s  already  given  him  what  he  wants  to  know  to  ease  his  conscience  .  she’s  purposely  standing  a  couple  feet  away  ,  silent  ,  not  knowing  what  else  to  say  .  it’s  all  too  goddamn  hard  and  with  everything  going  on  ,  barrett  doesn’t  want  to  handle  old  emotions  she’s  locked  away  .    ❝    yeah  ,  i  do  .  i  think  her  name  was  claire  .    ❞    she  lets  out  a  sigh  ,  nodding  .    ❝    breaking  her  nose  had  been  for  nothing  .  maybe  i  should  contact  her  and  ask  if  she  can  see  the  future  .    ❞    he  makes  it  too  damn  easy  to  take  out  her  anger  on  him  ,  but  she  doesn’t  pass  up  the  opportunity  .  now  that  he’s  in  her  company  and  they’re  stuck  together  ,  she  plans  on  forcing  him  to  feel  everything  .  barrett  doesn’t  plan  on  holding  back  .    ❝    just  ‘cause  you  say  you’re  sorry  doesn’t  mean  i  forgive  you  .  that’s  something  you  earn  .  i  guess  we  have  plenty  of  time  ,  though  .  unless  you  plan  on  ghosting  the  second  things  get  better  ??    ❞

claire   –-   he   knows   it   might’ve   been   easier   had   he   been   stuck   with   her   instead   of   barrett.   her   words   ring   true   and   he   knows   he   deserves   it   ,   but   knowing   doesn’t   help   ease   the   guilt   and   the   weight   on   his   chest   that’s   getting   heavier.   does   he   regret   leaving   ?   –-   no.   he   had   no   life   in   alaska   ,   there   was   nothing   there   for   him   except   a   life   of   judgmental   stares   and   words   whispered   behind   hands.   but   he   knows   –   maybe   he   should’ve   at   least   called   ,   or   wrote.   he   loves   his   family   ,   but   he   never   reached   out   until   he   had   monitored   phone   calls.               ❝   but   –-   i   am   sorry   ,   you   know   that   right   ?   ❞         he   apologizes   –-   again.   his   words   are   all   but   empty   at   this   point.               ❝   i   don’t   expect   forgiveness   ,   b   ,   but   i   promise   that   at   now   of   all   times   ,   i’m   not   gonna   –   what’s   the   word   you   used   –   ghost   ?   i’m   not   gonna   ghost   you.   –-–   again.   ❞

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𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  –-  ari.

Arielle grabbed the strangers hand and pulled herself up. She fought the urge to roll her eyes. She knew that she should watch out, but that wasn’t necessarily her fault. “I think they have a right to be right now.” She brushed some of the dust off. The world around her was ending, and there was nothing she could do about it.

the   fire   in   her   response   reminds   him   of   his   sister   –-   and   his   mom.   the   similarity   strikes   something   inside   of   him   and   he   quickly   pulls   her   aside   as   more   people   push   through   the   crowd   ,   yelling   and   weeping   for   help.               ❝   they   do   ,   but   they   shouldn’t.   the   last   thing   you   should   do   in   a   crisis   is   lose   your   mind.   ❞

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𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  –-  alex.

“ you’ve got to be KIDDING me. ” the surgeon couldn’t believe her own eyes as she watched a quite curious man wandering around the crowded hospital halls & it seems like he didn’t slightly care what was going on at the moment. he didn’t even notice that people were actually panicking. carefully and with enough distance between them, so that he wouldn’t notice her right away, she started to follow him. the current situation was already overwhelming her enough, so she DEFINITELY didn’t need someone snooping in private patient affairs. there was already enough chaos. but of course he had to do exactly that. seeing him that close to a patient, she quickly and without hesitation followed up to him, an angry & at the same time annoyed glare already spreading across her face. “ —— grandfather ? ” she clicked her tongue, not wanting to believe that he was a c t u a l l y thinking she’d believe his words. being a surgeon did not only mean that she’d only do operations on her patients and that’s it. she KNEW them, each and every one in this hospital. maybe because she also just cared too much about the well-being of others, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. “ as a matter of fact, this old man doesn’t have any family. so, if you don’t tell me what the hell you are doing right there, i W I L L  call security. ”

the   corner   of   his   lips   quirk   up   ,   almost   entertained   at   being   caught.   he   turns   to   come   face   to   face   with   the   woman   speaking   to   him   –-   definitely   not   a   nurse.   arms   crossed   and   brows   brought   together   ,   he   can   almost   pass   for   a   distressed   family   member   –   but   something   is   telling   him   he   won’t   get   away   with   this   one.   if   it   were   any   other   doctor   ,   distracted   by   the   explosions   and   the   flickering   lights   ,   but   this   one   –   she’s   attentive.               ❝   jeez   ,   i’m   just   messing   with   you.   ❞         he   replies   ,   letting   a   trace   of   humor   into   his   voice.   it’s   not   something   he   uses   often   –   humor   ,   but   it’s   better   than   defensiveness.               ❝   but   does   it   really   matter   ?   i   mean   ,   look   around   ,   ❞         he   gestures   to   the   chaos   of   the   hospital.               ❝   what’s   the   harm   if   i   talk   to   ‘   my   old   man   ’   for   a   couple   of   minutes   –-   don’t   tell   me   you’ve   never   spoken   to   him.   ❞

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𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫  –-  julia. @knifesharpe

while   he's   not   one   for   politics   ,   the   men   he’d   met   through   hidden   secrets   had   often   whispered   of   the   president’s   daughter.   he   never   thought   he’d   actually   meet   the   daughter   of   president   sharpe   ,   but   the   hospital’s   been   bringing   him   faces   and   names   –-   as   if   giving   him   the   opportunity   to   turn   over   a   new   leaf.   it’s   unlike   him   to   make   a   change   though   ,   it’s   not   his   fault   he   was   put   behind   bars.   approaching   the   daughter   ,   he   almost   expects   dozens   of   guards   to   come   swarming   in   –-   but   nobody   comes   and   he’s   given   an   opening.               ❝   any   word   from   washington   ?   ❞

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𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫  –-  quinn. @misericvrdias

in   a   different   lifetime   ,   he   would’ve   met   quinn   under   better   circumstances.   unfortunately   ,   he   only   knows   her   through   passing   –-   awkward   hello’s   at   barrett’s   work   and   unfunny   jokes   about   prison   while   his   sister   leaves   them   alone   for   a   second.   finding   her   at   the   hospital's   a   surprise   –-   but   at   least   he   has   a   familiar   face   to   talk   to.               ❝   quinn   ,   right   ?   ❞         he   asks   ,   like   he   doesn’t   know   her   name.   he   doesn’t   forget   names.               ❝   did   you   say   hi   to   barrett   yet   ?   ❞

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𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫  –-  alex. @alekscndra 

the   crying   is   numbing   his   ears   –-   he’s   heard   enough   of   it   behind   bars   ,   he   doesn’t   need   to   hear   it   now.   so   what   if   the   world   is   ending   ?   nobody’s   going   to   survive   if   they   spend   all   day   weeping.   his   heart   hurts   over   his   parents   ,   wondering   where   they   are   –-   but   he’s   not   going   to   throw   himself   on   the   ground   and   cry   like   a   soap   opera   star.   he   walks   around   the   hospital   like   he   owns   it   ,   almost   swiping   a   pair   of   scrubs   but   deciding   against   it.   he   nods   to   the   nurses   and   ignores   the   doctors   as   they   ignore   him   until   he   finds   a   lone   patient.   he’s   ancient   and   his   eyes   are   shut   ,   blissfully   unaware   of   the   chaos   outside   of   his   room.   feeling   someone   approach   from   behind   him   ,   he   assumes   it’s   a   nurse   to   check   on   his   status.               ❝   how’s   he   doing   ?   ❞         he   asks   ,   feigning   concern               ❝   he’s   my   grandfather   and   we’re   all   worried   sick   about   him.   ❞       the   lie   rolls   off   his   tongue.

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𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫  –-  matteo. @deathsentnce

as   expected   ,   the   hospital’s   in   complete   and   utter   chaos   –-   but   remy   thrives   in   chaos.   standing   against   a   wall   and   keeping   to   himself   ,   it’s   easy   for   eyes   to   run   right   over   him   –   like   he’s   apart   of   the   wall   itself.   he’s   observed   for   the   past   hour   ,   watching   people   in   scrubs   run   from   room   to   room   amidst   the   flickering   lights   and   watching   civilians   cry   into   cell   phones.   it's   only   a   matter   of   time   before   the   first   punch   is   thrown   and   he’s   already   betting   on   who’s   going   to   throw   it.   stopping   a   passerby   ,   he   finally   speaks   up   for   the   first   time   in   what   feels   like   forever.               ❝   any   updates   ?   ❞         he   inquires.               ❝   no   phone   ,   sorry.   ❞

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𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  –-  eli.

“alright, i’m gonna need everyone to try to stay as calm as possible–” eli yelled to the group of people standing in the waiting room. his boss had basically asked him to act as security for a few moments - ‘i think the fact you’re 6′1 and wearing scrubs might make people listen to you’, she had said. the loud booms did not make this any better. he grabbed onto a railing as he steadied himself in case anymore came. “i know this is a lot, and we unfortunately only know as much as you do. all i ask is that you please stay out of patient rooms unless you know the patient themselves–” the lights flicked again, which causes some people to panic. “–and that you try to steer clear of private areas. now, any questions?”

his   eyes   roll   at   the   man   taking   charge   over   the   situation.   remy   never   did   well   with   authority   ,   who   was   he   to   tell   him   to   stay   out   of   patient   rooms   and   private   areas   ?                  ❝   yeah   ,   i’ve   got   one,   ❞         he   speaks   up   ,   matching   his   volume.               ❝   are   you   gonna   force   us   all   to   stay   in   this   waiting   room   ?   what   about   the   injured   ,   or   the   elderly   ?   ❞         he   points   to   two   conveniently   injured   and   old   people   near   him   ,   looking   at   the   speaking   guy.               ❝   i’m   sure   there   are   some   empty   rooms   somewhere   –-   or   private   areas   we   can   go   other   than   here.   ❞

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𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  –-  asher.

back   pressed   against   a   white   wall   ,      knees   pulled   towards   his   chest   ,      trembling   hands   run   through   coal  -  colored   hair   ,      while   an   exasperated   sigh   spills   from   his   lips   .      “   so   ,      this   is   the   end   of   the   world   ,      huh   ?   ”   one   hand   is   moving   to   scavenge   through   his   jean   pocket   ,      fishing   out   a   small   bottle   harboring   an   umber  -  colored   liquid   .      “   well   ,      i’ll   drink   to   that   .      cheers   .   ”   and   with   that   ,      he   pops   the   cap   ,      brings   the   bottle   to   his   lips   ,      and   empties   it’s   contents   .

looking   for   something   to   help   him   survive   (   to   give   him   an   upper   hand   when   the   time   came   )   ,   remy   comes   upon   another   stray   survivor   in   his   path.   mouth   shut   ,   he   watches   him   empty   the   bottle   without   any   judgement   resonating   in   his   body.   years   behind   concrete   walls   have   shown   him   that   life   isn’t   kind   to   people   and   he’s   met   his   fair   share   of   orange   jumpsuits   who’ve   turned   to   the   bottom   of   a   bottle   for   solace.               ❝   got   any   more   of   that   ?   or   is   that   your   emergency   end-of-the-world   bottle   ?   ❞         he   quips.