<div style="text-align: center">Saga was lying in bed on her back, legs propped up against the freezing concrete wall and toes wiggling to a tune she'd only just made up. Held up above her head was an open book that had been written long before World War III, with a worn cover and pages torn out in sections. It was about a life she could never even dream of, where romance and spontaneity were everyday occurrences. She had been born in a bunker where nothing ever happened and never having stepped foot on a blade of glass, let alone seen a clear view of the sky. Never breathing fresh, clean air through her own wind pipes. That was the problem with Saga. She was unlike most of the human survivors who had grown content living in the bunker. She was curious, always wanting to explore more and put her knowledge to use in more meaningful ways. <br/>
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Saga loved to hear all about the old days, but longed to experience it. The cost was too high, she wasn't willing to risk the chance of radiation poisoning by going above ground. That was the biggest fear, and the others would never forgive her. The air up there wasn't clean, and the world was supposedly a desolate wasteland. Even worse than what was in the bunker. No way they would survive, and while the roof was slowing caving in over their heads, Saga had to stay and survive with the others. Contribute to their dwindling society. The hundred or so who had made it along with her. <br/>
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Saga set her book underneath her pillow and curled up in a ball in her over-sized sweater. Her legs were cold, but she didn't care enough to cover her legs in that moment. Her lids became heavy and she slowly drifted off to sleep, though she was only lightly so. Deep into the hours of night, the bunker began to shake. Saga only adjusted in her bed in response, pulling her covers up over her head, when what she could only describe as an explosion sounded around them. Others began to cry out in panic, causing the red head to finally stir from her dreams.<br/>
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"Everybody up, up! Section B has caved, keep moving! There's been a breach!" A male could be heard shouting outside of her room. She got up quickly, along with the two other women who shared a room with her. They didn't have time to spare any glances or retrieve anything. Saga followed after them, a groggy, disoriented mess as her bare feet gently padded against the cold floor. A cloud of dust and debris seemed to follow them as sections of the bunker slowly gave out around them. Saga's heart was thundering in her chest, the screams and cries all around her as she threw herself every which way to avoid being smashed by falling stones.<br/>
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The rest was a blur. Saga, and the whole lot of the remaining survivors covered in blood, dust, dirt, and tears lie on the grass. Saga opened her eyes to a world she had never seen before, and she buried her hands into the dirt to feel the dew covered grass on her flesh. Birds chirped quietly in the trees, and the sun was pleasant on her skin. For a moment, she wondered if this was the peace people spoke of after death. <br/>
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As she opened her eyes, several people could be heard coughing, taking in breaths like it was their first time, but no one sounded like they were dying from air pollution, which was good. Saga groaned as she attempted to lift her head up off of the ground. Those fortunate enough not to have serious injuries began to stir with healthy vigor, probably all thinking the same as Saga and just being grateful to be alive. <br/>
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"No way." Someone muttered nearby, and Saga stood up on the ground, a sharp pain piercing through her side. Her eyes got big for a moment as she registered the feeling that caused her to stumble. So many emotions were racing through her head. Relief, frustration, fear, anguish, excruciating pain. No emotion took precedence over the other, she simply collapsed back onto her knees and face planted into the dirt. None of the others immediately jumped to her aid, as she was just one of the many who had been hurt trying to escape from the bunker. <br/>
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<i>No. Don't leave me. </i>Saga managed to force out, a blood soaked hand gripping weakly at her sweater. Around her, she could hear the others beginning to talk before she passed out again. At one point she started to dream, and heard more than a few unfamiliar voices. It sounded like arguing, but the voices faded in and out, before finally, it felt like she was floating to someplace else.<br/>​</div><a class="username" data-user-id="1506" data-username="@Domino" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1506/">@Domino</a>