Lucinda Kane was one of 100 prisoners exiled to Earth for their crimes in the sky. Relying on her beauty, intelligence, and physical skill to navigate the challenges of this new world will she survive everything Earth has to bring? All is fair in lo...
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"We thought a cure would come through in time, now I fear it won't... My face was grey, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick."
"All I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier."
You're Losing Me - Taylor Swift
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As I ran through the protective walls of the camp, a surge of adrenaline propelled me forward. The weight of my pack pressed against my shoulders, a constant reminder of my mission's urgency. With each stride, the rhythm of my heartbeat synchronised with the pounding of my feet against the earth.
The landscape stretched out before me, a vast expanse of dense forests, all bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun. The cool breeze that swept through the woods provided a fleeting relief from the intensity of my exertion, yet it also carried with it a sense of urgency, urging me forward.
Beneath the dense treeline, streaks of orange and pink began to cast expansive shadows that danced across the trees. The fading light served as a dire reminder of the dwindling time I had left to complete my mission.
With every pounding step, my mind echoed with thoughts of Bellamy, his voice pleading for me to stay echoing in my ears like a haunting melody. I could still see the worry etched into his features as I left him behind in the drop ship, his pleading eyes begging me to stay by his side.
The thought of him lying sick and vulnerable drove me forward, it fuelled my determination to reach the bridge before the sun dipped below the horizon. And so I ran, driven by the thought of running back into his arms after this ordeal was over.
And then, finally, as the last rays of sunlight shined through the forest horizon, I reached the bridge. Its silhouette loomed against the fading light as I urged myself forward until I made my way to the middle of the bridge.
With trembling hands, I retrieved the bomb from my pack, setting to work with a sense of purpose that bordered on desperation. I gently lowered the explosive onto the middle of the bridge before slinging my pack back onto my shoulder.
With all the energy I could muster, I knew that time was slipping through my fingers so I ran as far away from the bridge as I could. The urgency of the situation weighed heavily upon me as I glanced back towards the direction of the bridge, the last rays of daylight disappearing beyond the horizon.
After I forced myself to come to a stop, I panted heavily as I wrestled with the uncertainty gnawing at my mind. Had I put enough distance between myself and the bridge? The question lingered in the air, but I didn't have a choice now that time was slipping through my fingers.
With trembling fingers, I reached into my pack, closing my hand around the cold steel of my gun. But as I raised it, my hands betrayed me, shaking violently with an uncontrollable tremor. Panic surged through me, threatening to engulf my senses.
