No Colors

  She didn’t have many memories about her mother; Luna was only a few years old when she died from cancer. Growing up without her, she missed her a lot. But being in the circumstances of the recent times, she was glad her mother passed away before life became hell. 

Her father Fred, on the other hand, was not so lucky as he met his untimely death when the said hell break loose. After that, it all went downhill rather quickly, she didn’t really have time to process everything. 

Everyone she ever knew, she lost it to the disease. The disease that took almost half the population of the entire world. And somehow, she was immune to it. Not even Luna knew why and she swore to never find out. 

She knew the consequences. She knew once the government knew about her immunity, she would be taken to never return. At least, alive. Just like Claire, her friend from high school. She was taken by the government, with the hopes to find a cure for the rest of the world. Luna would never forget that morning when her lifeless body was thrown to the door of her house, like she was a sack of dirt. Luna was thankful that her body was still intact, unlike the stories that they heard about the studies to find a cure. 

A boy was torn limb by limb by the scientists, and in the end, his body was delivered to his family in packages. 

Growing up with these stories about the disease and the searches that was done to find a cure, she had no choice but hide. Hide until the day she naturally dies…

It was a regular day, like any other one but deep down she knew something was going to happen. Was it anxiety or did she suddenly gain powers to foresee the future, she didn’t know. She got up, did her make-up to look like a person with the sickness and put on a mask; her disguise was complete. Now the Force would not question her on the way to school.

She walked down the gray streets that were stripped off all the colors that was there before the disease. Everyone was feeling the great sadness of losing their loved ones, colors that would remind them would bring even more sadness, apparently. Or that’s what the government told the people when they paint the grays over the rainbows. 

When she arrived at her school, she felt even more hopeless that she was before. Everywhere she looked, everyone was wearing black. It was a dress-code, that was another thing that was pushed down by the government. No colors allowed in this dystopia, she thought to herself. No color at all…