We swerved and twisted around the many cases of military equipment, telecommunication centers and polished corridors until we reached the foot of the emergency staircase. It was locked bolted and protected by digital security systems, controlled by the hub of the underground bunker. We ground to a halt, hearts in our mouths at the thought of what we were attempting to do. Kasper shied away, disbelieving of finally reaching this vital point I our journey. And that had not been easy. Hacking many computer systems, telling countless lies and hours cramped up in 12th corridor boiler room. And for what?
It was for something almost every living thing in this bunker, WAL51 6FL 12COR, every one since the beginning of this nightmare had dreamt of. Something sacred and scarcely expected to experience in our lifetime ver again. One thing we all took for granted. And then the bomb hit England.
Nuclear chaos. But Lowri suspected there was something suspicious about our mass retreat underground, something the government weren't revealing. That's when we realized we needed to prove that for ourselves.
Lowri volunteered to climb the rickety iron spiral first, and nodding in relief we agreed and watched her stumble and trip in excitement toward the unknown. We didn't know whether we would ever see Lowri again, and I clutched Kasper and Jas for support, not daring to wonder about the possibility that I may never see my welsh heroine again. I would miss her strength and guiding light throughout the sometimes literally dark times, hands enwitted during the power failures or alarm calls at midnight.
Then we heard her scream echo around the deserted corridor. One of delight and joyfulness. We raced up the narrow rusty staircase 7 steps at a time, anticipating what would appear at the top. Lowri grabbed my hand and pulled me through the trapdoor at the top. Then Jas grabbed mine and Kasper's hands and we stood, four in a row, sunlight streaming toward us.
I knew in that moment, time and space stood still.
In that moment, we were infinite.
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