Chapter 24

Cyra looked out the window and saw they were almost reaching the base. she turned looking at Zane's handsome face, the light from the window shone on his caramel skin, heightening his full lips, she swallowed hard feeling tempted to kiss him. All thoughts flee out of the widow when she feels Zane's anxiety from his tight gripping of the stirring wheel.

''what...

her question was caught off when she saw the compass spurning wildly, she almost hit her head on the window, when Zane accelerated. trying to regain her balance, she saw from her side view a sand hurricane covering the sky and was heading their way. feeling she was seeing things, she looked clearly and felt her heart skip.

''the hell...'' she so wished for the car to have a pair of wings right now. the sandy storm darkened the sky, hot on their tails.

''bang!''

closing the car door, Zane pulled Cyra to his tent, entering the tent Zane walked quickly to the side of his bed, he moved the bed to the side, showing a fur-covered floor. cyra was at his side watching all these while praying for the storm not to hit them. thinking of the sand burying, cutting all oxygen from her lungs- she almost turned pale with the horrific pictures it painted in her mind.

her eyes widened when she entered hidden behind the fur-covered floor, she looked at him, feeling amazed by the sight before her. a gust of sandy wind blew in almost blinding her, she felt the tent shake and tear up as the fluttered from the wind.

''Enter.'' Zane pushed her in and followed after her, immediately he entered, sands flowed in. he quickly pulled the iron door, closing the the entrance.

outside the tent where covered with sand, the sand swallowed everything in sight; making everywhere akin to a ghost sandy river. everywhere was a raging cloud of dust, the sky darkened as the storm kept on raging.

inside the bunker, Zane walked in the dark with ease, he brought out a solar lamp and turned it on- brightening up the little space filled with things. Cyra looked around with curiosity, she was about to open her mouth and ask when Zane placed his hand on his lips in a shushing way.

he pointed at the oxygen tank, which was turned on. seeing this she understands his meaning of reserving oxygen till the storm passes.

Zane went to a corner and sat, he took deep breaths and covered his trembling hands, he glimpsed a small box and caressed it fondly, he opened the box and it was filled with old and new scrolls. his hands paused, seeming to remember something, he picked up a new scroll and unfolded it, it was densely filled with numbers and straight lines and he bit open the tip of his finger, and drew a straight short line.

immediately he removed his hands, the wound closed up. he rolled it back placed it gently into the box and closed it.

he looked up and was startled to see Cyra's curious eyes round with question and he became glad he stopped her from talking. he looked away from her and brought out fur clothes. he sprayed one on the floor and threw the other to her.

Zane laid down on it and covered himself blocking the view of his tensed form. He closed his eyes.

Cyra sprayed the fur and also lay on it but her eyes were wide open. she looked at the walls of the bunker and saw the coated surface which looked like cement and wondered what material it was made out of.

Her stomach groaned, and she recalled she had not eaten throughout out day. She still felt the vibration on the ground and knew it was still raging out there. she held her stomach and her aching muscles she had been ignoring all this while came back with vengeance, making her hungry and weak.

she remembered her past life when she was served with all kinds of delicacy. She had a planned nutrition for her health and brain power. she started missing those days but when she remembered those people's attitude towards her, she felt grateful for being in this world even when things were rough and danger is on every corner - she was happy and free at least.

And there was this person, she turned in Zane's direction, looking at his back with emotions she hadn't understood yet.