The Boy from the Bunker - Season 5

Episode Seven, Part 7:

Episode Seven, Part 7:
G o o d b y e

If you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones. 
'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.

8 months later - The City of Targo.

Wynn yielded his blade out of the man's stomach, retreating it with such a force that his blood splattered upwards, hitting his face. He brought his arm upwards, wiping as much as it off with his sleeve, keeping his eyes on the guards around him. 

There were six of them dead on the floor - all by his doing, but the seventh man who was lying at his feet, continued to move. There was no hope for him; the man was clutching onto his wound, groaning desperately as fought away the growing darkness, trying not to let the agony swallow him whole. For good measure, Wynn lifted his weapon above his head, driving it into him once more and waiting for his body to grow limp. 

He stumbled backwards, trying to regain his energy for a moment so that he could continue on. He knew he wouldn't have much time to find her... 

Hurrying away, Wynn tried to navigate his ways through the dark hallways of the château, trying to remember from the map they had studied where the Commander's room would be. He almost made a wrong turn, but he caught sight of the dead-end up ahead and quickly managed to reroute himself before anyone could find him. 

Once he reached the door, he grabbed onto the handle, but he couldn't explain the way he hesitated. This was all he wanted - all he had worked towards since she left him. So why had he suddenly found it so hard to breathe?

Shaking away the fear, Wynn twisted the handle, storming inside in his search, freezing instantly. 

Sol turned around; she was on the other side of the room - gazing out her large, floor-to-ceiling windows. The noise startled her and before she could look at who came inside, she glanced over at Chessca to make sure she was okay, reaching for the knife in her own pocket as she finally faced the intruder. 

Wynn couldn't believe that she was there. He'd told himself a thousand times that their meeting would never go exactly how he wanted it to in his head: she wouldn't run to his arms, he knew that, but there was a part of him that hadn't been able to let go of what she promised him in her radio message: that she would hold onto the memories of him that were scared into her heart - refusing to let The Alteration take him away from her completely. 

Sol couldn't bring herself to speak. She was always fearless - never hesitating to act in the face of danger, but she wasn't so sure that's what was happening... 

Chessca didn't seem as alarmed as she should have been, either. She barely even glanced over at him only really focusing on Sol's reaction as if trying to figure out her next move. After all, she knew why he was there.

But the boy... There was something about the way he looked at her that actually did make her afraid, only not for the reasons she should have been. 

He dropped his blade by his feet, letting the noise echo in the room before he walked over to her. He moved slow, but there was still an urgency to his step, and without a weapon, Sol wondered what his intentions were. 

"You're really here..." He breathed out, gazing her up and down, observing every detail about her that his memory had overlooked: tiny features like the freckle just under her lip, or the scar at the crease of her eye. Now that he could see her again, he couldn't imagine how it had ever slipped his mind.