I N V A D E R S **also being trashed and rewritten soon**

||03 - Eyes||

  "Nothing in the cage of my rib cage
Got no heart to break, like it that way
Nothing in the cage of my rib cage
Emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

-Andy Black

Warmth. 

That was the only thing I remembered about the three hours before I woke up in my bunker. Warmth, and a flash of blue. 

I had muscle pains accompanied by a throbbing migraine as I sat up, throwing off the silky blanket and uncovering myself to the cool air. I was wearing one large tee shirt that fell almost to my knees and a small pair of fabric shorts. Where the hell was I? What had happened? Was this even my shirt? 

I gave it a sniff, but the dark fabric gave away nothing. 

I looked around the dark room, the sight of the inside of a metal bunker door greeting my eyes. There was a small desk to my left with a dim lamp on its surface. The desk was bolted to the wall next to a narrow doorway that led to what looked like the bathroom. I was sitting on the edge of a bunk bed, that stuck out from the wall like something in a prison cell. 

The entire room was swept clean, from the cement floor to the grey metal accents of the desk and bookshelf. The only thing that didn't blend in to the bland scenery was my bright blue back pack. I immediately tried to stand and cross the room to get it, but my legs had less consistency than jelly.

I wobbled and fell on my hands and knees onto the floor in between the desk and the bed. Had I been drugged? I did feel woozy, and the lack of muscle control was more than strange. I half shuffled half dragged myself to the chair, pulling my heavy bag down. 

All of my things were there, except my handgun and my knives. Clothing, personal mementos, my half dead phone that was less than useless, a few crumpled pieces of paper, undergarments, why did I have headphones in there? The note Winston and I had found in the hotel....

Winston. 

I crawled as fast as I could to the door and started pounding on it, to weak to actually open it. 

  After about a minute or two, Winston barged in, causing light to spill into the dark room and illuminate all shadows. He didn't see me at first and stepped on my hand as he tripped over himself to get through the door.

"Ow!" I cried.

"STELLA!" He yelped and scooped me off the ground, almost effortlessly. 

I could barely hug him back I was so weak, so I hung limply in his crushing hug. 

"Are you okay? I thought you were going to die! After the explosion, I thought for sure you were a goner, but then Warner--."

"Wait a minute, explosion?" I interrupted. 

He pulled me back to look me in the eyes. "You... don't remember?" 

"Winston, I have absolutely no idea what happened... The last thing I remember was..." My brow furrowed, trying to sort through blurry memories. "That we jumped off that ledge thing, and then... there were giant saws?" 

He set me down on the bed, eyes wide with shock. "Well... you sorta, um, clicked." 

I froze. "What?!"  

He rubbed the back of his neck, shifting uncomfortably. "Your hybrid eyes turned on and then you ran into the obstacle course and destroyed everything after you jumped the spike pit... and then Warner went after you. Lilliana she said that you'd both be fine, but then Warner came running out with you over his shoulder, telling us to run..." He trailed off, giving me a minute to let it all sink in.