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You were one of the lucky few survivors of the recent apocalypse. You had been fortunate enough to have gotten ushered off to the Outpost by people you assumed were from the government. There were so few of you but even fewer food to eat. At least you were a purple and not a gray. Then you formed a friendship with Malcolm— mostly because of the close proximity. He was also one of the only people you could stand to be near.

After his grandma’s sudden passing that didn’t seem to affect him much, Venable announced a Halloween party. It was the only thing exciting everyone now. Everybody was all dressed up fancy and clad in purple (like usual, but it was Halloween so it was more fun), and Coco had a melodramatic entrance to which Malcolm made everyone clap for his hairstyling skills on her. As everyone went back to having their own fun, he walked up beside you with a slight smile.

“Enjoying yourself?” Malcolm pulled his masquerade-like mask off. “I certainly feel more alive than I have in the past few years.”