WINNER OF THE @WATTPADSERIES 'SERIES-OSLY GOOD READ' COMPETITION!!!
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When Wynnlow's Bunker is evacuated from an outside civilization known as Basilisk, his new world begins to explode, separating him from every one he has ever known. All his attem...
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When Wynnlow woke up, a new life was waiting for him. An unacquainted pain ached all the way down to his toes, shivers shooting down his spine, twisting the nerves in his body.
It took a while for his eyes to adjust to the world, struggling to comprehend where he was. Wynn looked around; some sort of tent -not that he had ever been in one - and people lying in beds and hammocks, wounded just like him. He searched for his family - Ares, Elara, but it was like searching for ghosts. Until he saw someone, far on the opposite side of wherever the heck he was - a man he had lived almost his entire life with: Azha, President in the Bunker. Family.
Wynnlow collapsed a little in relief, only for a moment: there were still 16 other people he belonged to that he needed to find. Slowly, he pulled himself up so he was sitting, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, the pain enough to knock him out. Wails, hollowing sobs of agony escaped him, catching the attention of a stranger making her way around the injured. She turned at the sound of him, eyes wide when she saw him trying to stand, rushing over to settle him back down.
"Hey, you're okay. You have to lie down." Her voice was soothing, an offering of peace amidst all of his chaos, but the urge to find his family was stronger than anything he had ever felt. Incoherent groans were all he could manage out, resisting the guiding hands of the girl.
"Please. You need rest. You can leave after you're all healed." Something about her made Wynnlow feel some trust in her words. He could see that she was desperate for him to listen - whether that be for his own safety, or something else he wasn't aware of - and the pain made him want to comply with her requests, and so Wynnlow didn't know what to do.
He fell back down onto bed, raising a hand to his forehead, beads of sweat resting on the edges of his face. He breathed heavily, completely exhausted from a moment's trial, gladly accepting the oxygen mask pressed to his mouth.
Once he was calm, the girl introduced herself. "My name's Ayren." She murmured. "Is there anything I can do to help you?"
"My.. My family. Find my family." His words were heavy with breath, slow and needing a moment's configuration.
"You're from the rescued Bunker, correct?"
Wynnlow debated answering that one. Rescued didn't feel a suitable term, more like invaded. He simply nodded, trying to save his energy. "Ares...Elara...Lyra..."
Aeryn bit down on her lip, furrowing her brow as she tried to identify herself with who he was asking for.
"Martha? Kane?" Wynn was becoming worried now, questioning his parents names, figuring that at least she would have some idea of who they were by now.
As she shook her head apologetically, Wynn realised he was running it of options. He had no idea how long his leg would take him to heal, and by then, anything could happen to his family; absolutely everything was terrifying and unfamiliar to him, and there was no way of even knowing where to begin imagining things.
Then, a name rang out, suddenly louder than all of the misery hollowing in his chest. "Riverly."
"Riverly?" Areyn questioned, a spark of hope in her eyes.
Wynn nodded, closing his eyes in relief. Riverly was the only one he knew outside of those from the Bunker, and she had been there in the invasion, and even after when she had moved him to safety, saving his life.
Areyn offered a gentle smile to him. "I can get her for you. You stay here, and I'll tell her to find you."
