Inside, the bass was still thumping.
A girl with glitter smeared across her cheekbones stumbled out onto the balcony. Her name was Mira. She was holding two half-empty bottles of something expensive. Her eyes were wide, not with fear, but with the manic glow of someone who had decided that terror was boring. Apocalypse Partys Over-HI2U
They were still terrified. They were still dying. Inside, the bass was still thumping
It had caught them three days ago. They just refused to notice. not with fear
In the darkness, no one danced. No one screamed. They just sat down, one by one, in a circle on the sticky floor, and held hands. The world ended outside. But inside, for the first time all week, something real began.