Chapter 1
"Man, this quarantine shit really blows," grumbled Ian as he painstakingly typed at his laptop, one finger, one letter at a time. He spared a hand to give himself a sip of coffee that had to be lukewarm by this point, and went back to pecking away.
Noah glared at his roommate and said nothing, trying to concentrate on his own homework. 50 thumbnails for a screen-printing project? It was ridiculous! Noah had run out of ideas at 20, and was now doodling with random shapes and swirls in a futile attempt to b.s. the rest of them. Maybe if he got away from his most odious roommate, he could concentrate. They had been cooped up in their apartment for days. Noah's part-time job in the shipping department of a bookstore had been put on hold, because it was non-essential. Their roommate who worked part-time at the grocery store brought home all their essentials. No excuse to go outside.
But when Ian started digging up his own nostrils, Noah couldn't take it. He stormed to the bathroom they all shared and snatched up a medical mask his grocery clerk roommate had abandoned there because it had a small rip. Shoving it against his face, he decided he would chance it. He paused a moment to check his reflection. You couldn't tell the mask was compromised. He looked like a guy taking every precaution. He plucked at his hair, trying to pat the blue and red colored bits into a more pleasing arrangement. The roots were growing in black, almost an inch now, and it annoyed him mightily. But he couldn't go to the salon and get them done. Salons were non-essential.
Sketchbook and pencils in hand, he darted out the door before anyone could call him back, and took off at a jog toward the park. He would get back in time for the online meetup at six. University at Albany had gone all digital to keep its students safe during the pandemic. Noah was going mad. He needed solitude! He hadn't been getting his alone-time to decompress at all, and the stress was making him constantly nauseous. He needed at least an hour before bed. Well, he would make up for it a little today. Three hours alone in the park. No one would be out, he was pretty sure of it. And if they saw him, they would stay well away. Social isolation, after all. If Noah wasn't in an apartment living situation, he would be absolutely fine with it. A hiatus from the pressures of being social; he longed for it. He longed for just a small, close friend group. People who were like him and he didn't mind hanging out with. People he could trust, who didn't expect more than he could give. He didn't trust his current roommates at all.
Mom kept saying that he would find friends soon. She talked about the 'fun' she'd had when she had gone to college. Well, Noah didn't want that kind of fun, or those kinds of friends. What he wanted was very specific, and he wasn't finding it anywhere.
But even walking alone down a mostly deserted street was lifting his spirits. His eyebrow piercing became itchy when the sun hit it, and he scratched at it idly, allowing himself a small, relieved smile. If he couldn't have close companionship, he preferred to just be alone. He cut across a couple of streets and headed straight for the thickly wooded area of Washington Park. It was the quietest part of the park, though everything was currently pretty quiet. He headed that way because it was familiar. Ideas were already starting to flow. When he got there, he'd find that stump that was cut at a perfect drafting angle...
Scurrying down the path, lost in thought, Noah failed to notice the wind picking up until a huge gust nearly knocked him on his face. He hunched his shoulders, put his head down, and kept walking, letting the wind push him onward. Man, the wind was nuts! It was going to be hard to draw if this kept up--
A bone deep, savage cold suddenly, literally, froze him in his tracks. His eyes were half-closed against the wind, and he could not move them. He felt his arms and legs flash to numbness as a bright light blinded him. A moment later, the gravel path appeared again before him, and Noah sank to his knees, ice-coated skinny jeans crackling. Agonizing goosebumps erupted over every inch of him. There was a girl standing a few feet in front of him. He blinked once at her, the ice coating his eyelashes clinking softly, but he barely registered her presence.
His body sent panicked instructions to his brain to shut down immediately pending an investigation into the extent of the damage. As unconsciousness claimed him and he toppled forward, Noah gasped in a breath and had time for a single exhaled word.
"Fuck."