Eden At last

Out In The Ruins

Alfred was looking for the origin of the deep voice amidst the tons of people that settled around the computer. In a    desperation, to comprehend their recent findings that the man so claimed, Alfred gathered himself up, grunting lowly all the time. His head was bandaged but was still leaking some fresh blood over the old deposits.”Who told you to stand up, solider”, a wide shouldered man walked down to Alfred from nowhere. He lifted Alfred’s arm and coiled them around his hefty shoulders, giving Alfred the much needed strength.”Oh Bill… so nice to see you. I had no hopes for you”, said Alfred while he heaved forward.”What would a mink do to me, I will tear him apart.” An uneven power coursed through his eyes, almost glittering.

 Bill Mahtyers was a thirty year old Alpha Male. He had served for five years in the Navy SEALs and was physically appropriate for literally tearing down a mink. His presence delighted Alfred, helping to forget the mishap he caused. He often says that hope can move mountains and his positivity cherished the people he mingled with. Although there weren’t many in his company, but Alfred surely like his old- wise words, helping him often in his life. Bill had once recalled a true story to Alfred about an escapade he performed in the Caribbean. It was hard time to believe the man first, but when Alfred caught a glimpse of the man’s deeds, he gulped the story with intense respect for him. When Milo came to help his buddy, Alfred were already confronting the grumpy looks of Mazey. She had been working on something, quite furiously, gritting her teeth every time she failed to bypass the security.”There is a strong firewall … it doesn’t allows any unofficial user to access its files. Unless…” said Mazey sulking her shoulders. Someone exclaimed, “Unless what?” “Unless I am in their closest proximity range” added Mazey.”You mean inside the headquarters, right?” asked Bill gazing over the monitor screen for a better look. Mazey nodded listlessly.”Are we breaking into their mainframe” asked Alfred in order to keep up with their progress.”Oh … how of clever of you…” sighed Mazey with over pouring sarcasm.”We have the coordinates of their headquarters?” asked Bill while trying a variety of passwords in the security of which everyone failed miserably.”Then we have to get to the headquarters, get her in the proximity zone and finally collect the data required for setting things all right”, said Milo in a single breathe.”Wait that’s the plan… you mean leave the bunker and goof around in the surface”, Gill interrupted and that’s when every one noticed his presence.”I am sorry… but there isn’t much of a choice left is there”, added Toni.”And you don’t have much to live here”, said Alfred. Apparently everyone seemed confused, but then there was the horror of the Mink. So they all decided to evacuate the bunker.

Every one of them scattered, some to their cabins and others to the Café. They were to take whatever food they could carry and of course medicines and water bottles. They were the last of the living souls in the Alpha Bunker. And the rest have either been gulped down alive or might have perished under the debris. The bunker was a complete mess, and no one had an idea where the mink might be. The Alpha bunker was at least the size of three football stadium and it was devastated in a matter of hours. Luckily, some of the dwellers had escaped the mink’s encounter and were safely hiding in a small room close to the fifth exit post. Alfred was still feeling the weakness but was trying to remain intentionally unaware of it. An ancient Chinese remedy said that: If the mind can be separated from the suffering, then there will be no suffering at all. Though it is very hard to train somebody’s mind like that but it’s possible. And Alfred was working over it… trying to stay aloof of the fact that his head was bleeding and his arms were barely in a piece. After half an hour, the remaining dwellers returned back from their cabins carrying their necessity. There was supposed to be eight of them, but only seven returned.

 So it stands to reason that one of them was still out there.”Where is Matthew? Where isn’t he here yet?” asked Bill who hadn’t moved an inch from the place in all the time.”He was there with me… but we split up… he’s probably in the common room getting his jerky packets”, said George. None of them had the guts to volunteer into finding him out. So most of them preferred to be silent. “If he is still there… then I am going to get him” said Alfred dauntlessly.”Wait … you’re hurt man… how are you possibly going to find someone when you can barely walk”, said Milo.”I made this mess- I am going to clean it”, said Alfred drifting his eye contact from Milo to the corridors that led to the common room. The corridor didn’t had much left intact in it. Big slabs of cement kept dropping from the ceilings. Alfred could hear his heart beats bumping like it would come out of his chest cavity.  In fact it was the only thing he could hear apart from the small sudden brick dropping from the walls. The place could collapse in any minute from then. At last, after much of a minor thrill in the corridor, he saw the common room door broken into pieces lying at distance. He slid his hands into the pocket of his leather jacket and grabbed a small glowing stick. The stick emitted a neon blue light, but not much to grab unwanted attention. He cautiously tip toed into the room and cleared his throat. By any moment, he would start yelling out his name; but his eyes caught a strange sight. He couldn’t make out as to what it was. He crept closer to the figure and it resembled oddly a mink. It was like a mature inflated, volatile-ly evolved monster. A strange dilemma was filling his head, he couldn’t get close to the figure or else he would be dead but then if he doesn’t then his friend might be in stake. It was his only chance to prove a point. He wanted to undo his mistakes. It was hovering over to desk, underneath which hid another thing… a comparatively small…human… Matthew. A serious tension arose; Alfred looked for anything which could serve as a weapon. He wanted to hit the thing so bad that the next time it would think twice before deceiving an emotionally bound creature