July 17th 2087 13:23 POV: Phoenix

Everyday, every word, every breath is near exhausting at this point. I lie in my small bed in the abandoned ForSure Hotel that I stole when everything went down. This is my place. Its perfect for my running around.

Around this time, normally, I would be waiting for a call from my sister, or one of my dads to come and get breakfast; but I guess I'll be waiting for a long time then, wouldn't I?

You know what I find truly ironic? When I was younger, waiting to be adopted, I would sit with the other kids waiting to find a home, we would always watch shows like NCIS, or Law and Order SVU. We weren't supposed to, but how can you keep track of three hundred kids? Anyway, I would watch it just for the fact that I had been so interested in the fact that serial killers are so illusive, yet always in broad daylight. He was too. I should have known, but I didn't. And now I'm stuck in a disgusting hotel that's abandoned besides me. I guess I shouldn't say that. There are thousands of rats, cockroaches, and the occasional wounded gang member to keep me company. 

Getting lost in thought is something I seem to be quite good at. I lost track of time. I placed my hand gingerly on my upper stomach, and felt the rumble, and I decided to go get some food.

I stood up from the squeaking bed frame, and heard the groan of the floor boards underneath my feet, as I made my way to the "kitchen," and decided if anything was worth making. I sighed. I'm a teenager living alone in the middle of a war, of course there isn't anything edible. I moaned, threw on my black jacket to head to the uptown gas station.

July 17, 2087 12:53 POV: Evan Fong

"Evan! Come on! We need to go!" My friend called to me. I rolled my eyes, and focused back on my game.

"I'll be down after I finish this mission! Can't you just wait for a few seconds?" I called down, then returned to mumble at my screen.

I watched as my character drove maniacally to "Ammu-natuion," to pick up some grenades.

"Evan you're playing GTA!! We need food my dude!" My friends voice raised again, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Just let me finish this mission!"

I soon heard the energetic clomps of my roommates feet rushing towards my door, and swing it open.

"Even you're terrible at GTA!! We'll get our food next week! Here, let me help you!" He said, flopping down on the couch next to me.

I watched his eyes flick intently on the screen, focused on his hunger alone. I wasn't watching where I was throwing my newly purchased grenade, and there it went, straight into the wall I smashed into, forcibly ending my mission.

"Oh my God, you fuck!" His hands scraped over his eyes, and pushed his hair back.

I couldn't breathe, I was laughing so hard.

"You prick! You did that on purpose!!" He shouted. I laughed harder.

"No, no I didn't!" I laughed through my gasps for air.

"Yes you did you mother ass!! You straight up threw that at a wall!!" He stood up, and flung a pointed finger at the flashing "wasted" screen. Tears were streaming down my face.

"I'm sorry! I got distracted!" I calmed down a small bit.

"What? That was the only thing going on! What else could have possibly distracted you?!"

"You, ya fuck!!" I laughed and finally stood up. Brian soon joined me, nearly pushing me downstairs.

"Jesus, finally!" My other roommate said, whilst being smothered in our last roommate's blue hoodie.

"Is that Brock's?" I asked, pointing at the dark man.

"Yes, and I've been looking for it all morning!" Brock smiled, appearing from behind a door frame in a pastel tank top, laughing.

"Don't leave it out then!! It's super comfy!" He smiled, wrapping his arms around himself. Brock could only smile.

"Do you guys want anything from the store besides pizza?" I asked, looping my jacket around my shoulders, and feeling its nice warmth.

I struggled to get past their shouting, whilst grabbing both bills floating to the ground. I took a second, then looked to Brock.

"Oh, um, Airheads please." Brock said sweetly and began to dig through his wallet. Delirious quickly scavenged through his pocket and placed a crumpled five in my hand.

"Wait, no, I got it!" Brock said, quickly digging through it again.

"I've been wearing your hoodie all day! I can pay for your Airheads. Thank you, Evan!" Delirious smiled, motioning for them to all go back to playing Mortal Kombat.

"I'll be back," I said, dangling my keys in my hands, knowing that I won't drive.

"See ya," Delirious and Brian shared a monotonous response.

"Be safe Evan," Brock smiled, looking at me. I smiled back and headed out the door.

I always jingle my keys, because we had earlier agreed to never use our powers except when we need to; and sometimes, you just need to let it roar.

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