"Your quarantine has ended. You may leave, now."
Having spent the last week in the quarantine chambers of The City, The Photographer got up from his bed.
He was completely naked in a white room, surrounded by padded walls. But as the lower half of the glass door was tinted, the wide shot did not expose Averie's lower half to the audience.
The Photographer massaged his eyes, sighed, and walked up to the door.
Previously, clothes had hidden how skinny he was. But it couldn't be hidden now.
His head had stopped throbbing two days ago, yet he hadn't gotten used to the white walls. He needed his glasses.
A guard, dressed in green, walked up to the door and handed him his clothes.
Before long, he was in the office of the inspection officer, a job known for being cushy. Practically, every nepo baby in The City wanted it.
The Photographer had heard many stories like these from the bored guards. He didn't have much to add, but he listened.
