They were still terrified. They were still dying.
He walked past her, back into the chaos. Bodies writhed under a disco ball that was slowly losing power, its fractured light casting ghosts on the walls. Someone had spray-painted on the main speaker—a final, desperate message to anyone still listening. Hello to you. See me. Hear me. Before I’m gone. Apocalypse Partys Over-HI2U
Leo pushed through the crowd to the DJ booth. The DJ, a skeletal man named Viktor, was slumped over his decks, eyes closed, headphones still on. He wasn’t asleep. Leo gently lifted the needle off the record. They were still terrified
It had caught them three days ago. They just refused to notice. Bodies writhed under a disco ball that was
The countdown hit zero three hours ago. Not to the end of the world—but to the end of the party.