Maxon POV:
The first thing I notice is the hum of machinery. Then, the slight bump associated with strong speeds, as well as the sloping terms. Opening my eyes slightly, I slowly lift my gaze to scope around, not sure where I was, exactly. Not particularly caring, either. It struck as odd, however, to be apparently out of that room. It'd been a while.
Kriss was hidden from view by the drives seat but I could recognize that voice anywhere. I didn't know wether to feel betrayed or just plain angry. One had to care in the first place, in able to feel betrayal, right? She spoke calmly to a man, of buff structure, also particularly hidden. Probably didn't help that my eyes were squint-wide open. Attempting to move, I realize that my hands had been bound tightly together by a ruff rope. Tugging slightly, I try to pull them out, but to no avail.
"Oh, he's awake." I hear the gruff voice say, as I open my eyes further. "Morning sunshine."
"Mind un-tying me?" I ask gruffly, going straight to the point. Kriss simply laughs slightly, all sense of sadness or pity seeming to have left her. "I do, actually. We got a long car ride ahead of us." Oh joy. Not that it actually mattered where they were taking me. Or why. Or to whom. Not much had mattered, since...since America had left.
This was going to be a very uncomfortable ride. "Your telling me." I mutter, laying back down to get some sleep.
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The car eventually stops outside a small bunker, low to the ground and filthy but dirty looking. It looked as though it was meant to survive a nuclear war, with its flat roof, brown walls and the trash that lay around it....okay, it looked as though it had survived a nuclear war.
"Come on sunshine." The gruff man barked, opening the car door. "Don't make me make you come."
I couldn't help but let a bark of laughter escape my mouth. "As if."
Sighing, as if contemplating picking me up, the bear gives me one last chance. And I decided to take advantage of it.
Suddenly dashing out, I turn away from the bunker, sprinting back down the trail....

Only to make it about five seconds before a heavy weight appears on my back, dragging me down.

"I tried to make this easy." The Bear's voice hisses in my ear, exasperated.

"Well, I guess that's not going to happen." I say sarcastically, not holding back my venom. The prince in me that would have..he's long gone.

The Bear hoists me up, marching me back towards the bunker. Kriss already stands besides it, leaning casually on its walls. I struggle and squirm, trying to plant my feet, turn, run, anything, but to no avail. The bunker slowly approaches, advancing like a menacing shark.

We pauses by Kriss, who stares at me, her face hard.  "What's going on?" I ask, trying to remember the innocence girl I'd almost married.

A hint of emotion, perhaps, flashes through her eyes, unreadable and so quickly I could have imagined it.

"Welcome to the Northern Rebels, Maxon." She says eventually.

And with that she stuffs a hood over my head, and the Bear pushes me forward into the bunker.