Pandemic Prom

“You look totally great, Adrienne. I love how you bejeweled your Hazmat suit.”
“Thanks, hon! Your virus mask really brings out your eyes.”

It was time for Pandemic Prom: the one event that the students of Last Survivors High School looked forward to all year. It was also the one time when we were allowed to be in groups of more than 6 people at a time, so it was totally the bomb. Er… bad word choice.

Anyway, we were having the time of our radiation-shortened lives, cursing the over-zealous chaperones. I swear they’re against all kinds of fun- I mean, dancing three feet away from your date is not a big deal, so I don’t know why they were all obsessed with making it five.

After the government-certified, extra-purified bottles of MegaWater were running low, we all climbed into the nearest Rent-a-Tank and partied it up all night! …Or, at least until the Safety Advisors told us it was time for the government-enforced curfew.

It was for sure the best night since before the meteors hit!

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