"Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the Museum of Human History and Science," a young, raven haired woman beamed, "I'm Liana Dansen and I'll be your tour guide today. I assure you this is a safe area, so you won't have to wear your protective suits."
Cyrus snickered. He always found it funny how paranoid people were now, despite the flares ending decades ago. But he watched wordlessly as his classmates removed their suits and win their bouts with paranoia. He looked over at his friend, Dayton, who's shaggy, strawberry-blonde had miraculously gotten tangled in his jacket zipper.His twin sister, Daytona, rolled her eyes and tore his hair from the zipper. Liana gave the three a strange look, and sighed.
