【Original】The Forgotten Lights

----Chapter 5

"Ryeowook is dead, Hansol. They killed him. I thought I lost everything, I thought you were both dead." He cried, cupping my head in his hands, crying. "The rebellion put me in charge. I lead this place. I keep them alive. I still keep them alive. When we found you, I..." He stopped, standing up and walking away. "Kris..." I muttered. I couldn't believe this. He'd kept this from me, until now. Why? He found me 5 months ago, when my group of survivors got attacked. I thought I was going to be dead. I was truly and forever grateful that Kris hadn't left when Siha told him that there were no survivors. I was glad. I was extremely glad. A horrible event led to a happy event. It was weird, but I was happy I found Kris again. Though, I was a little mad that Kris hadn't told me about Ryeowook. He was my brother too, and he doesn't need to keep secrets from me.

*Dream* There was a bang. I turned suddenly to see the enemy behind us as we ran out our house door. I screamed a little as someone grabbed hold of my brothers. They dragged them across the concrete. I tried to stop it from happening, but it was too late. It was all seeming to happen in slow motion. Ryeowook turned to face me. He screamed as he was shot. I screamed as he fell to the ground. All I could hear was crying, and screaming. I saw Kris sitting next to Ryeowook, crying. I tried to go forward but I was frozen in place. I muttered something under my breath. Then, I could see my mother. And Siha. I looked around quietly. "No..." I muttered quietly. I turned away. I didn't want to see it anymore. I ran. Why was I running? I had no clue but I kept going. I was running toward my house. But the more I ran the further it got away. I kept running. I wanted it to be over. I wanted to be happy again! I screamed as I tried to run faster. I finally reached the door of my house. I pulled open the door, rushed in and closed it quickly behind me. Suddenly the walls had red paint running down them covering them. All the old photos were being covered in the thick red paint. That was when I realised. It wasn't paint. I screamed as a loud blaring noise rang through my ears. I dropped to the ground, covering my ears. *End of Dream*

I woke up. The blaring noise was still there. What was happening? Was I still in that nightmare? The whole room was flashing red lights. I stood up quickly as everyone was panicking. How long was I asleep for? There wasn't much people in the room as there was before, and I think they all were escaping. I could hear people shouting "The enemy has found this base!" and "Everyone into the survival trucks!!" I quickly moved in the same direction the others were running. I was scared. I couldn't imagine the enemy coming here and killing all these people like they did with my other survival group. I was now running, then I collided with someone else. It was the boy from when I first arrived here. He had fear engraved onto his face, and he was frantically trying to get up. He quickly stood up, and ran toward the survival trucks. Such a big buff boy was in fear of dying. I swallowed a little, and could taste the warm sensation of blood running down my throat. There was blood coming from inside my mouth. The cut from last night obviously hadn't healed over and was bleeding now. "Kris!!" I yelled loudly. I wanted my brother. I wanted someone, I needed help. I wanted to be safe, and I knew I felt safe in Kris' arms. I stood up again, my head was hurting. A large throbbing sensation in my head was running through my body. My mouth was stinging in pain as blood tinkled out of it. "Kris!!!" I yelled again, but louder. I needed to find my brother. "The last five survival trucks are being loaded!! Hurry everyone!!" Another person yelled through some large speakers on the wall. I needed to get to a survival truck, but I couldn't leave Kris here. One part of me hoped that Kris had already made it to a survival truck. I tripped again somehow, landing on my face. Maybe this time I'd die. I lay there, quietly as people ran around me. In attempt to get up, I recognised a voice. "Hansol!!" Then, I looked up to see Siha. "What are you doing laying around, cub?! Get into a survival truck!! Kris is worried sick about you!!" He exclaimed helping me up, and to the last survival truck. He got in after me, and we sat in the truck as it drove off. We were safe. I wasn't too sure whether Kris was safe or not, but I hoped that he was okay. Then, just as our truck departed the base, a large metal ball flew into the back. "What is that?" I asked quietly, crawling toward it. There was a timer on it. I picked it up, and threw it out the truck in fear that it might be a bomb. A large explosion happened as it landed on the ground, making sand fly everywhere in the enemy truck. "Nice one, cub!" Siha commented. That was an accident. Then, just as we thought it was over, the truck spun and landed on its side, laying on the ground with smoke coming out the bonnet. My body flung against the side of the truck, and I could feel another body land on top of me.