ignite things. My light only heals, helps, and I want to see clearly when we get to the weapons room. I need Lukas’s light for this next part.
“Of course, Lucy. Anything for you.” Lukas walks over quickly to the corner. He’s trying to do anything in his power to make me happy right now. I know why. My mind is still in the light-cocoon with him, where we were enveloped only minutes earlier, after I announced the plan Colton and I had concocted.
My mind is still on the promise he made to me.
Lukas uses his hands just like he does in the Energy Room. He puts them firmly against the body of the generator and the machine roars to life.
Basil and Junie exchange a wide-eyed look, shaking their heads. It’s a crazy sight to behold. One person’s body generating power throughout the entire bunker at once. Even more incredible is his ability to power all the Refuges, when they aren’t even connected to one another.
“This way.” I direct the group and we follow closely behind one another, they listen as I point things out. “Every couple had their own room. And then this is the well that also leads up into the house. Here’s the kitchen and the living room.”
Everything looks worn-out, old, and small. I don’t remember it being so small. The sacrifice my parents made for our future seems enormous in comparison.
“So they welded giant shipping crates together, and dug out a bunch of dirt, then dropped this structure into it?” Charlie asks, impressed.
“I guess so. Then they built the house over it,” I explain. I push open a door, leading us into the room with the protective gear. “And this is the….”
“The room where you get your craziness from.” Colton grabs at a mask, putting it over his head. “I am from outer-space, prepare to self-destruct.” He says in what would be considered an alien voice. Whatever that means.
“Stop it, Colton.” Charlie grabs the hat off his friend’s head. My lips form a tight line, remembering how he had no trouble thinking in the same, dismissive way before he met me. Knew me. Kissed me.
“I didn’t mean anything by it. Sorry, Lucy,” Colton apologizes.
“No worries.” I shake my shoulder to feign my indifference. “But this is the room I wanted to show you.”
I push the last door open and reveal the only thing this crew really cares about.
“Holy crap, Lucy!” This is some high-end shit!” Duke exclaims, more animated then I’ve ever seen him.
“ Some? This is an insane amount of artillery.” Charlie looks around, jaw dropped.
The boys don’t exaggerate. There are so many weapons of mass destruction here I could guess every one of the cowboys on the property could wield a gun of their own.
“Do you mind?” Colton asks, stepping forward gingerly to the shelf stacked to the hilts with guns.
“It’s yours for the taking. Anything to ensure we get to the Councilmen.” My face is taut as I brace myself for the next part. The part where we become an army, on a mission.
The guys, and then Junie and Basil, take guns in their hands, and sling them over their shoulders. Colton and Duke begin loading the bags in the room with the stacks of ammunition.
It’s only Lukas, the younger girls, and me, who hold back. I have no intentions of holding a gun. I never have, and don’t have the slightest clue.
“I don’t think I’m the best person suited for this line of defense,” Lukas says, with all the authority of the Nobleman. No one will question him or me. Our friends have held guns, trained to shoot since they could walk on their own. They are prepared.
“No worries, Lukas. Besides, there’s a hundred people on our side, ready to fight. We’ve been waiting for the day to take out the people hoarding supplies and keeping walls high,” Colton assures him.
Lukas nods his head, relieved. And I get it.
“I don’t want people to get hurt,” Timid says, quietly. “We aren’t supposed to harm others. It’s the way of The
“Of course, Lucy. Anything for you.” Lukas walks over quickly to the corner. He’s trying to do anything in his power to make me happy right now. I know why. My mind is still in the light-cocoon with him, where we were enveloped only minutes earlier, after I announced the plan Colton and I had concocted.
My mind is still on the promise he made to me.
Lukas uses his hands just like he does in the Energy Room. He puts them firmly against the body of the generator and the machine roars to life.
Basil and Junie exchange a wide-eyed look, shaking their heads. It’s a crazy sight to behold. One person’s body generating power throughout the entire bunker at once. Even more incredible is his ability to power all the Refuges, when they aren’t even connected to one another.
“This way.” I direct the group and we follow closely behind one another, they listen as I point things out. “Every couple had their own room. And then this is the well that also leads up into the house. Here’s the kitchen and the living room.”
Everything looks worn-out, old, and small. I don’t remember it being so small. The sacrifice my parents made for our future seems enormous in comparison.
“So they welded giant shipping crates together, and dug out a bunch of dirt, then dropped this structure into it?” Charlie asks, impressed.
“I guess so. Then they built the house over it,” I explain. I push open a door, leading us into the room with the protective gear. “And this is the….”
“The room where you get your craziness from.” Colton grabs at a mask, putting it over his head. “I am from outer-space, prepare to self-destruct.” He says in what would be considered an alien voice. Whatever that means.
“Stop it, Colton.” Charlie grabs the hat off his friend’s head. My lips form a tight line, remembering how he had no trouble thinking in the same, dismissive way before he met me. Knew me. Kissed me.
“I didn’t mean anything by it. Sorry, Lucy,” Colton apologizes.
“No worries.” I shake my shoulder to feign my indifference. “But this is the room I wanted to show you.”
I push the last door open and reveal the only thing this crew really cares about.
“Holy crap, Lucy!” This is some high-end shit!” Duke exclaims, more animated then I’ve ever seen him.
“ Some? This is an insane amount of artillery.” Charlie looks around, jaw dropped.
The boys don’t exaggerate. There are so many weapons of mass destruction here I could guess every one of the cowboys on the property could wield a gun of their own.
“Do you mind?” Colton asks, stepping forward gingerly to the shelf stacked to the hilts with guns.
“It’s yours for the taking. Anything to ensure we get to the Councilmen.” My face is taut as I brace myself for the next part. The part where we become an army, on a mission.
The guys, and then Junie and Basil, take guns in their hands, and sling them over their shoulders. Colton and Duke begin loading the bags in the room with the stacks of ammunition.
It’s only Lukas, the younger girls, and me, who hold back. I have no intentions of holding a gun. I never have, and don’t have the slightest clue.
“I don’t think I’m the best person suited for this line of defense,” Lukas says, with all the authority of the Nobleman. No one will question him or me. Our friends have held guns, trained to shoot since they could walk on their own. They are prepared.
“No worries, Lukas. Besides, there’s a hundred people on our side, ready to fight. We’ve been waiting for the day to take out the people hoarding supplies and keeping walls high,” Colton assures him.
Lukas nods his head, relieved. And I get it.
“I don’t want people to get hurt,” Timid says, quietly. “We aren’t supposed to harm others. It’s the way of The
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