The Emergency (open)

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Lana sat on her bunk, staring across the room. It was virtually empty, unlike the busy bustle that it usually was. Something unusual had happened.
The peacekeepers had gone to war.
It wasn't their fault, Lana knew that, but she still felt bad. The peacekeepers office had been a target of humans' bombs and the peacekeepers had no choice but to defend themselves. Lana didn't want to fight, so she had stayed behind.
She wasn't safe there, though, and she knew it. If any bomb landed on the dormitory block, she was sure to be killed.
She couldn't bring herself to move, though there was another set of dormitory blocks in the basement, specially prepared for a day just like this.
With regret, Lana heaved herself off of her bunk and looked around the room once more. It was now almost empty, with the last of the people pulling their few belongings down the stairs to the lower floors. Lana sighed and began to pull her clothes out of the storage and repacking it into a small overnight bag. The ground shook as she packed the last of her belongings and headed down the stairs.
The bombs were getting closer.

Lana swiped her member card and the automated doors opened in front of her. She had never been in the bunkers before, there had never been any need to, and was surprised to be greeted by a bright corridor that led her down some more stairs. She had imagined it to be dark and dimly lit.
The corridor widened out to a large room, the walls lined with door after door of what Lana assumed was new living accommodation. Each door had a screen above it, each either blank or with a name or multiple names, indicating who should go to which room.
As Lana looked at each of the screens, she grasped how many people were fighting. We're meant to be peacekeepers, not barbarians! She thought to herself as she realised that over 3 quarters of those living with the peacekeepers were fighting. Suddenly, she spotted her own name and walked over to the door before swiping her card once more. As she walked into what she thought was a room, another door presented itself, this time with a label that clearly stated:
EYE RETINA SCAN
Lana suddenly felt a whole lot safer. She lowered her eyes to the machine and let it work. The door clicked open and Lana wandered into a small but clean and bright room. In the corner of the room was a fairly comfortable looking bed and in the center was a desk. Upon the desk, a phone was set, along with a pad of paper and a pencil. There was nothing else other than a chair and a small locker in the room.
Lana sat down and looked over the desk, discovering a small drawer. She opened it and found a whole wealth of drawing and writing utensils, paint brushes and a blank diary. Lana smiled. She would be just fine here, providing the attack didn't go on for too long.
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Justin stretched as he began to wake. Rubbing his eyes of the dust, his lips formed a straight line as he remembered.
The air was musk and dirty as he stood up slowly, his back slanting slightly on the cold stone wall. He never slept inside. He couldn't, he had to be in the open. Somewhere where he coluld run if he really needed to.

Right.
He needed to get going.
And since he hade, he had no one else, he had better get started. See, that was the good thing about letting no one in. You don't have to agree with them about everything.
Justin started to walk slowly. Pulling on his jacket against the cold, he stared at the trees in the distance, his eyes unblinking. A million miles in that direction was where his home was. Where his grandparents were, and their dog Comet. All the things he had belonged to. His old life and the person he'd forgotten inside.
Kyle had moved on too. Well, I wouldn't say it was his choice. He moved to America, far away from Glasgow and made a bunch of new friends.
With out him.

hoooowwwl.

Wait. What was that? No. It couldn't be. Just keep moving, just keep walking or you'll freeze to death.

hooooowwwwwllllll.

It was louder this time. More desperate, more intense. But no, it was just the wind, right? Of course it was Justin. Get a hold of yourself.

Crackkkk.
Run.

His pace quickened as his eyes struggled to keep focus against the wind. Don't look behind you Justin, just keep looking forward.
But he just had to.
Glancing behind him, he froze as a creature came to a standstill infront of him. Just three steps away.
One.
His eyes narrowed. Don't look into his eyes. Just focus on the trees. The trees millions of miles away from your home.
Two.
The wolf started to growl, saliva dribbling from it's mouth. It's ears flicked back and it crouched slightly, ready for the tiniest movement Justin would make.
Three.
Run.
Justin threw himself up the hill infront of him, the wolve's heavy breath instantly behind him. It was like he could hear its heartbeat thudding in its chest. It felt like a part of him. But it wasn't.
Tearing through the faded, brown, muddy grass, Justin blinked heavily. Do not make a sound.

hoooowwwwllllllll.

No. Please, no.
The wolf thrashed at him as he came to a suddeen stop. Before him, laying in wait was a drop. A drop threatening to drag him into it and swipe away at what was left of him.
His arm started to ache severly. The wolf had bitten him and the blood wouldn't stop. Not this, not now. Not when he actually had something to do.
At the bottom of the drop lay a river. He couldn't see it. But he could hear it.
Wolf.
Drop.
Wolf.
River.
He would die either way, right?
Spotting a branch next to him, he heaved it up into his arms. Turning to face the wolf, he threw it at him in defence. Normally, he would never harm a creature, he would never try like this.
He clasped his eyes shut as the wolf took another swipe at his leg and howled.
Opening his eyes at just a glance, he saw he had done something. But it hadn't stopped the animal. It had made it more determined, ready to fight.
"I'm sorry," he whispered into the air. Why? Who was there to hear it? He wasn't talking to himself again, right?
No one was ever there to listen.
But there must be a way around this, he thought.
Yes!
Now he'd seen where the the fallen branch had come from. The wolf was still behind him, growling as it swiped him again. Deadly.
A tree lay over the drop a few metres away from him. Why hadn't he noticed it before?
Running over to it, he gasped at the drop once more. But it was the only way.

Putting one foot on the branch, he frowned.
"Oh jeez."
He put his left foot infront of his right, just about balancing on it. His arms were out by his sides, his brow furrowed in deep concentration.
He was in the middle now. Five steps away from the end. He could do this.
"Do it for gran."
He put his left foot forward and reached out as he slipped. Damn. But he wasn't even scared.
He was hanging by his right leg. Blood dripped from his arm. It just wouldn't go away.
But the pain was less than what he had had before.
Lifting his good arm up, he pulled himself onto the old oak tree.
Dad taught me about trees when it was ok. Me dad and mum. Family. A long time ago.
He blinked away the memory as soon as it had came into his head. Reaching out his hand, he brushed himself up and stood. Taking one step ahead, he smiled faintly. He had reached the Peacekeeper's camp. But he had to stay hidden.
Limping to the west wall of the building, he breathed a heavy sigh.
He was there at last.
But now what did he do?

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Lana sat at her desk, thinking about her friends fighting against her. She had many friends before the war, but their different views had driven them away from each other. That didn't make them no longer friends. It just made them...
What did it make them? Lana didn't know.
She still kept in contact with Rory. She fought for the Facultas, but that didn't change anything. They had been best friends for a long time, and a war couldn't change that. Even if they fought for different sides.
That was the good thing about the Peacekeepers, they (officially) didn't mind if their members were friends with those from other sides. It was a shame that the Facultas and the Humans didn't take the same view. If the higher ranks of the Facultas found out that Rory and Lana were friends, Rory would be punished for sure, and Lana hunted out like a fox.
So Lana and Rory's friendship had to be secret. Completely. ¬
Lana was torn out of her daydream as the ground shook. An alarm played above ground, heard only faintly by those in the bunker.
It was a bomb, it had to be.
Suddenly, Lana was scared. She knew that the bombs couldn't reach her, but rational thinking was out of the question. Besides, that was her allies out there fighting, and she hated violence. Why did this war ever have to start?
Lana got up and went over to the bed. She moved the bedclothes so that she could sit underneath them, and hugged her knees.
Eventually, to the tune of the bombs falling, Lana rocked herself to sleep.
But dreams are never any better than reality, are they?

Lana was transported to another world in her dreams. No, not another world.
It was the scene emerging from above ground.
She watched as friends and neighbors fell all around her and bombs whisled down, exploding nearby. Suddenly, a man emerged from the smoke in front of her.
"Shoot him, Lana. For god's sake, SHOOT!" Lana looked down and realised that she was holding a fully loaded weapon, ready to deliver the deadly blow.
But Lana could not kill. She had fought for long enough to stop the war. She wasn't about to throw all of that away.
The man raised his own weapon, at first not aiming for Lana, but her comarade beside her. She watched as he fell, screaming in agony.
The rifle was pointed at her.

The man fired.

Lana woke screaming. Almost immediatley, a guard ran into the room, his weapon raised. Lana winced as she saw it.
"What's going on in here?" The guard asked when he realised that no enemy had penetrated the security for now.
"I'm sorry." Lana sobbed. "I had a dream and..." The soldier waved his hand for her to stop and walked out of the room. As the door clanked shut, Lana burst into tears.

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Justin leant against the side of the dust covered wall, panting. Well, that was adventorous.
Bombs shook the ground furiously as he struggled to keep his footing. Well, at least he thought it was bombs. He couldn't quite see them, but he could see the commotion in the far distance was getting closer.
So he had to think fast.
Why was he here? To spy on the Peacekeepers. To see if the reason behind their rule "you may seek friends of other camps" was a trick.
Why did he volunteer? Because he was bored. Because he was determined to do something right.
It couldn't be that hard to please, could it?
Mmmm.
Maybe.
"I have to get in there. It's the only way I can find something out, right? And that's what I need to do. Accomplish my mission and follow the rules. Like anything's changed from when I was a kid," he breathed huskily, his eyes narrowed on the door.
There must be a way in there.
Justin began to run towards the door, taking the chance. But he had forgotten about his leg. He tripped and his mouth widened with the pain, but as he clutched his foot it slowly subsided. Just.
But it was no plaster makes it all better injury.
It was starting to get alsorts of dust and stones wedged into the severed cuts. He winced as he looked at it.
But he was half way to the door now.
And he couldn't give up.
He began to hop as quickly as he could to the ajar door, surely looking just a bit strange.
Wait.
The door was closed before.
And the wind wasn't strong. There was just a light breeze afloat, if that.
Someone was still there.
Watching him?
Nah. They would have reacted by now.
Right?

Edging closer to the door, he slipped inside and shivered. How cold did they have it in there?
But this was no training.
This was the war.
He kept forgetting that.
Funny, that is, that when he wasn't fighting all he thought about was when he would be, but now he just thinks about his past.
Live today, were the words Jimmy told him. Thinking too much about tomorrow will waste the present, and whilst you're all thought up about the future, the day will keep nudging you to think in the now, but you will be too cooped up in time to hear.
What the future had in store for him could wait. He was thinking in the present. His mind was souly focused on this moment in time.

Edging along the brightly lit corridor, he heard the sound of flustered coughing, which quickly quietened as he walked past the room, trying to sound as confident as possible so they wouldn't think he was fooling around.
So where did he start?

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Lana watched the ceiling, if watching was the right word, it was more like looking. She was used to there being bugs or maybe lisards on the ceiling, but not here, not this deep under ground. You never got much life this far down, unlike the humid upper floors of the dorms. No one really knew why it was so stickily warm in the buildings, but the comparison of it to down here was shocking. It was freezing, but Lana supposed that it was just because they were underground. Seeing as there was no heater in the room, the only warmth that Lana could possibly find was underneath the thin sheet of the blaket on the bed.
Lana was just lying, looking at the ceiling, when suddenly, a load beeping sound began. Lana, panicked, jumped up and off the bed, grabing her helmet and running out of the door.
Well, trying to.
Lana grabbed the door handle and tried to yank it open, but it stuck fast. Must be a saftey feature She thought to herself. I'm p'erfectly safe in here. Must be. Or they wouldn't lock the door. They wouldn't. I'm sure of it. But she wasn't sure, not in the least.
Suddenly, the beeping stopped, and a TV screen apeared from the end of the bed. Lana aproched it cautiously, nervous of this new feature in her room. The blank screen came to life with another beep, and the head peacekeeper appeared.
"Calling to all bunker rooms. This is your news report." She paused, and a picture of life above ground appeared in the background. It showed peacekeepers desperatley trying to divert a stream of human planes as they dropped bombs on the offices. Lana gasped as she saw that the buildings were completley untouched by the bombs, and only the ground was littered with holes. How had they managed that?
They're targeting the bunkers, not the offices. Lana realised. They're trying to kill the ones who don't want to fight. They want to recruit the others, I'm sure of it.
Lana sighed as the Head Peacekeeper began to talk again. "The Human bombs have not reached the first level of bunkers, so do not be allarmed. All peacekeepers are on level three of the bunkers, so there is no need to panic."

And with that, the screen went black and the telvision dissapeared back into the end of the bed.

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