Panic rises through me as the screams get louder. From the looks of things, the whole town is under attack, meaning there is no where to hide. We got so far, this cannot be the end.

Rushing out of the tent, the three of us join the screaming crowds with little direction of where we are going. Children are crying their lungs out while they are running towards their mothers who are frantically looking for them.

My mind wonders back to Macy and her brother who are all alone in the hospital. They have no parents by their side, no one to comfort them, no one to tell them that everything will be alright. A part of me really wants to go against the flow of people, and rush back to them but the flow is too strong.

"Where are we going?" Jasper yells so his voice rises above the noise. I mouth 'don't know' to him as we carry on following the crowds of people.

Although, most of the people seem to be going in one direction, there are people running in all different kinds of directions. Most of the children are being carried in their mother's arms a part from a few who are running straight past us, in the direction we came. Their poor faces are smeared with dirt but that is the least of their worries. That is the least of everyone's worries.

"Oi child, back this way. We're not off to that bunker, this one is closer this way!" I hear one mother shout and one of the children turn around and start running back in the other direction.

"What does she mean by bunker?" Max asks and I am about to shake my head but then I remember about the wooden trap doors on the ground.

"I think I may know where people are going." I say.

"Tell us quickly before we die then." Jasper mocks me.

"I was going to. When I was taking the little girl to the hospital, I noticed that on the ground were these wooden planks. I wondered what they were but then I realised that they were trap doors. I did not think about it that much but they must lead to somewhere." I fill them in.

"Let's follow that family. They look like they know where they are going." Jasper suggests and we agree with him.

The family that we follow have two young children who are both clinging to their parents as if the world is ending. For all we know, the world is ending. The parents are running the best that they can but they are still rather slow. It does not take us long to catch up with them. They suddenly turn around a corner that we were not expecting and we are swept up by the crowds once again.

I keep my focus on the family in front of me, making sure that I do not lose them. The sound of the bombs falling is getting louder and closer to the camp. I feel like I am back in the train station again, when Jasper got shot. I thought that would have been the worst moment in my life, how I was wrong. This is even worse. There are more people here which amplifies the terror in the atmosphere, but for some reason, it seems like there are less places to hide.

The family turn around at look at us over their shoulder. A scowl forms on the fathers face but he soon turns back around so that he is facing forward. I shake it off and carry on following them while trying not to bash into the people who are surrounding me. It is a lot harder than it looks.

"Are you following us?" the father shouts at us when he looks over his shoulder for a second time.

"I... errr... do not want to get lost... or separated from my group." I stutter and explain to him.

"Well where is this group of yours then?" he huffs at me.

"Right here... oh." I look around next to me and both Jasper and Max are nowhere to be found. "Where did they go?" I mutter to myself.

They are not behind me and surely I would have seen them if they had overtaken me? How could I have lost them? Now this is the most terrifying moment in my life. I am now completely alone, bombs are falling all over the camp and now the family that I have been following have disappeared. Life would have been a lot easier if I had stayed at the palace.

I freeze where I am stood, unsure of what I should now. There has to be a wooden trap door somewhere near here. Earlier today they seemed to be everywhere but now that I actually need one, they are nowhere to be found. My heart is pounding in my chest and I feel like it is going to explode and not in a good way. Eventually, when some of the shock wears off, I pick my feet up off of the ground and run. I do not know where I am running, all I know is that I have to run.

I need to survive this, if not for myself then for Jasper, for Max, Crystal, Louis and even for my mother. She may have never had maternal feelings for me and tries to destroy the country, but she is still my mother after all. The country also needs me because one day my mother will die, or abdicate, and I will take the throne. Hopefully, I will be able to give the country what it is they want and for that to happen, I need to be alive.

Pulling myself together and leaving the hysterical Alexandria behind, I keep running and eventually reach one of the trap doors on the floor.

There is someone watching over the door, helping people get into the bunker and by the looks of things, keeping count of how many people have entered it. Surrounding the bunker is around fifty people, all waiting to frantically climb in.

"I SAID CHILDREN AND WOMEN IN FIRST. ANYONE UNDER EIGHTEEN IS CLASSED AS A CHILD." The bunker man yells to the crowd who are all pushing each other out of the way.

I feel someone push me towards the front and I do not complain. I class as both a woman and child so I might as well take advantage of that, especially if I want to survive. It only takes me a few minutes before I am standing right over the bunker. The shouting bunker man gives me a helping hand and before I know it, I am holding onto the rungs of a ladder.

Carefully I climb down it, watching where I place my feet so I don't fall. The bunker itself is darkly lit with only candles providing any kind of light. Finally I reach the bottom, only to be in a tightly packed room.

If I thought the camp above was crowded, then it is nothing compared to this. People are literally touching shoulder to shoulder and are pressed against the walls. The room is buzzing with conversation, mainly rumours of what has already been destroyed in the attacks.

"Apparently it is the biggest one yet!"

"The whole city is under fire."

"The hospital has already been crushed to ruins." That last comment pains my heart and hope more than anything that it is not a true. Poor Macy and Jillian and everyone in there. Who would attack a place that is full of sick people in the first place?

"Are the attacks from the palace?"

"How did they find us?"

"Crow said we had all the best defences." I hear more snippets of conversations.

My stomach turns sick as I realise that the attack probably is coming from the palace. I am in the middle of my mother ordering thousands of lives to be killed, thousands of innocent lives.

The homeless people on the street did nothing to deserve this. The young children all just want to play and even those who do consider themselves as 'rebels' are only doing so because my mother never listened to them in the first place. The route of all this leads back to the palace.

I try and make my way through the busy crowd, looking for Jasper and Max. In theory they should be her because it was the closest bunker to our tent, or at least I thought it was.

"Jasper? Max?" I shout through the crowd but gain no response in return. Instead people look in my direction and give me an awful look.

I keep calling their names though because I refuse to give up just yet. Walking through the bunker, I thoroughly check twice for them before eventually having to give up as it becomes even more crowded with less room to move.

There must be at least five hundred people all cramped into this one space and all of different ages. On the tip of my toes I stand, craning my head around the room for one last attempt of finding the two boys. Instead I'm left with absolutely nothing.

Five hundred people and yet I have never felt so alone.

I have the chance now to have a look around where I am. It is simply a room with four solid walls and a roof, with the only exit being the trap door. On one of the walls though is a screen for a projector which grabs my attention. It is large and fills up the entire wall just about. I wonder what else these bunkers have been used for.

I am also able to have a proper look around the people in the room. The majority of people all wear the same terrified look, while a few others try and look like this whole event does not bother them. I also notice that there are a lot of people wearing black, just the colour black.

I feel like that this is not a coincidence because the outfits all look identical. The same black tee shirt, plain with nothing on it, the same black trousers and black shoes. The only thing that separates these people is the colour of their skin and hair. Other than that, they could easily sink into the shadows and not be seen which is what I would guess they want.

I tear my eyes away from the mysterious people in black and carrying on looking around the room. The candles have a bizarre flicker to them, something about them does not look natural. They are placed towards the roof of the bunker so I cannot get closer to inspect them unless I were to climb the ladder but that would bring unwanted attention to myself. Instead, I try not to think about them.

Just as I think that though, the candles go out, leaving the bunker to be pitch black.

Then the screams start.

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