Chapter VI: Atrocity
The commune was actually built to be the center of this island. The museum is the core of this community.
Milo immediately took fascination in a huge landscape across the hallway and ran his hand on the protective glass. He checked the title card:
THE RED BUBBLE:
LOST IN RICHES & TIME
Acrylic painting by Xavier G.
(c. 2040)
It had that warm, rosy tone but the painting depicted a bustling city inhabited by the most powerful elites.
A row of young beautiful women in glittery wardrobes while clinking wine glasses together and fine-looking men eyed them. The sophisticated villas are decorated by lush bougainvilleas and date trees.
The foreground depicted the middle class living comfortably outside the subdivision and bragging their brand new possessions ranging from cars to houses.
The island was the heart of foreign expatriates who found many business opportunities here.
The tour guide poked a finger on the glass and revealed dark, murky tendrils expanding from the middle.
The painting slowly pans out, showing the red dome island being engufled from within. The spritely image of these people have faded. Milo was taken aback by what he just saw.
"That marks the end of a glorious era. Many people have left The Capital and settled in other parts of the country," the tour guide explained.
"A lot of the rich folks have gone to live in Circa II where their other properties have been established here long before the Magrana outbreak," the elderly curator clasped his hand in zeal.
Their next stop was the photo gallery. At first, it looks like they're only staring at an empty wall. The curator runs a hand across the surface, revealing a series of holographic images. They were photographs of The Capital proceeding the Magrana outbreak.
The once lively city was gone underneath the ashes and growing plantations. The children were both uneasy and confused.
What they thought were stones in the photographs turned out to be human bones. The most chilling sight of all was the image of an infected person. Huge red boils all over. Surrounded by a pool of blood.
They can no longer tell if it's actually human or not.
Five kids started panicking and had to be escorted aside.
Rohan simply gave them a snide glance, commenting at how soft they are. Milo stood there with his eyes glued on the image.
"Milo?"
"Milo?!"
"MILO!"
POP!
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TCOTRB: The Case of The Red Bubble
Science FictionYear 2050. After the Philippines finally became a progressive nation, fourteen-year-old Milo Sidaris and his parents moved into the country where the remaining islands are built into these colorful domes. You would think life is gonna be normal for...
