ZEIN
I didn't know what to expect.
I didn't know what I would find, even as I ran up the stairs, because I felt that the elevator would take a long time before it got to the studio.
This urge that I would be late was gripping my heart, and all I could do was hope.
Hope that nothing bad has happened yet.
That Jude hasn't seen the notice that has taken over our world and is shattering it into so many pieces.
I am out of breath when I finally reach the dark grey door, locked and seemingly lonely in the dark hallway.
No one else is around, and it makes me wonder if anyone has come to check up on the boy locked inside. To see if he is still alive or breathing.
I know the code, so I key it in, with shaky hands and uneven breath, before the door beeps and I walk inside.
It's dark. Stuffy. Like no one has opened a curtain or a window in days.
And in the middle of the room, in front of the monitors, he sits.
Jude.
