Wasteland: Age of Sanctions (A Invasion Survivor Series)

by Hayley Lawson

  “Nope, the shuttles are free,” Enoch says, to my surprise.

  Bright red lights flash and a siren begins wailing. Gasps from the people in line by the scanners can be heard. A group of guards runs towards the sound.

  “It’s a rebel,” people in the crowd mutter as they move backward, pushing others out of their way.

  I can make out a man running through the checkpoint. Red spots appear on his back. I hear the buzz of electricity between the screeching of the sirens and the man’s body jolts then convulses as he thrashes on the floor.

  “A shock gun. His brain has been fried after that,” Enoch says as he stands beside me.

  “A-Aren’t you wo-worried about that?” I stutter as my eyes are fixed on the man, who is foaming from his mouth.

  Enoch pauses. “We’ve been okay for this long, and Abaven wouldn’t let anything happen to us. His technology’s way better than theirs,” he assures me.

  “How can his technology be better than a whole Sanction’s?”

  Enoch shrugs his shoulders. “Don’t know, just know the stuff I’ve seen him do is mind-blowing. It’s better if we go to the checkpoint now, while the guards are busy with him,” Enoch says as he walks towards the empty monitor. Everyone else is cautiously standing away from it, scared they will be next.

  Enoch scans his barcode over the monitor. The red beam reads it. The white plastic doorframe glows green. Enoch walks through, looking over his shoulder towards me and smiling.

  My heart races as I approach the monitor, and my hand trembles as I hover it over the scanner. A red laser beam scans my barcode and the doorframe glows green.

  I pause for a second in shock and relief and notice the guards are heading towards me, two of them carrying the man’s body, which looks lifeless except for the uncontrollable twitching.

  Enoch waves his hand, motioning for me to join him, and I don’t hesitate this time.

  The guards walk past me without a glance. I feel invisible. I grip my hands together, trying to control the shaking, and head towards Enoch with my eyes locked on him.

  I’ve never been in this part of Purenet before. Children of Cueva had no reason to be here, as this is the transportation area for those that live in Purenet.

  The gate is like the one in Cueva that takes us to Purenet, with its white domed walls and glossy white tiled floors, but there are lots of gates, all with shuttles waiting at them, unlike at Cueva, where we have only one gate. That’s all we needed: one way in, one way out. We weren’t allowed anywhere else.

  Chapter Fourty-Three

  Dax

  We’ve been riding for what feels like hours, but surely it has to be less than that. Why hasn’t a plane left Purenet and come looking for us? Hopefully, the remaining Grounders that Hayden was able to round up are creating a diversion for us.

  The sun is burning on me, and my skin stings as though it's fried to a crisp.

  I have my jacket wrapped around my face, blocking out the sun and the red dust particles that fly up from the ground. Even with the jacket as protection, I can taste the chalky dust in my mouth, making it drier every second we ride. Before long, my lips feel as cracked as the ground we are traveling on.

  Trinity hasn’t spoken … well, I think she hasn’t. I hate to think what my father has done to her … I wonder if he is still alive.

  Finally the sun begins to fade, and the cool breeze drifts over my skin. I can see the city on the horizon…. We have a few hours before the sun completely sets, and we will be in the darkness of the unknown.

  We all slow our bikes down at the sight of the deserted city.

  “What’s the plan? How are we going to build the army?” Reznor asks me, as he pulls a cloth away from his mouth. It’s clear he’s been wanting to ask me that since we left Purenet.

  “My brother and Uncle are in the Cader Sanction. They will help us build our army.” I say it with so much conviction, I almost believe myself.

  “The Cader Sanction!?” Reznor snaps.

  “Yeah, the Cader Sanction,” I reply, just as disappointed.

  “That’s going to take at least twenty moons … how are we going to get over the great ocean?”

  “We need to get on the Aurum ship, which is due to sail...” I stop for a moment and click on my bracelet. A green light appears on the glossy white cover.

  “When is the next full moon?” I ask the bracelet.

  “Three days,” says an electronic voice.

  Reznor just shakes his head, and his eyebrows drop. Clearly he doesn’t like this idea.

  “Reznor, we are not the only people with friends captured in Purenet. The army has been rounding up all the Outsiders and Communities outside the Sanctions. I think the Emperor is doing the same with the other Sanctions. We can build our army as we travel to Cader Sanction,” I add.

  “How do you know they will help us?” Lowell asks.

  “I don’t, but what other option do we have?” I reply. Everyone falls silent.

  “We need to stop for water … dehydration will kill us before the soldiers will,” Hayden says, stating the obvious.

  “We will have to go through the city—it’ll be quicker,” Reznor adds.

  “Have you been here before?” I ask him.

  “No, and I hoped I never would.”

  “Why?” Lowell asks for all of us.

  “Because these places are full of hidden danger…. Why would anyone want to go to a place like that?” Reznor says, waving his hands.

  “We need to get in and out quickly. They may already be watching us … prepare for an attack at any time.” Reznor looks toward the city as though he’s already trying to search out his prey. I’m glad he’s here with us.

  “Okay,” we all agree.

  Chapter Fourty-Four

  Skylier

  Enoch and I stand waiting for the shuttle doors to open, along with the other people. Their skin is like Enoch’s, shimmering with the heavy makeup. Sweat droplets wash away sections of the fake skin color, revealing the natural skin tone, which is a fraction of a shade tanner.

  The people who surround me are just as captive as those that are in the Cueva, unable to go outside and smell the fresh air, held under this dome by an invisible source of fear that is no longer here.

  I can just make out the soft sound of music playing gently above the commuters’ chatter. It’s coming from an older gentleman whose face isn’t painted the Purenet white. His natural dark skin, as dark as my pupil, seems almost blue-black. His white teeth glisten brightly, and the innocent sound of his voice is filled with emotions. His skin has weathered creases over his face, as if creating a map of his life. He stands out as an element of wrongness within Purenet, yet he is the only pure thing here.

  The words flow from his mouth as if he’s telling a story, a story that time forgot, of the fall leaves drifting to the ground from the gentle breeze of the new season. I’ve never seen a leaf fall from a tree because I’ve only ever seen trees from afar when I was in the Grounders’ community, but I wasn’t there long enough to watch the change of season.

  The way in which the singer sings about them makes me feel like I can almost see them, can almost appreciate the crispness of the change in color, the smell of the leaves—nature at its purest.

  People pile behind me, blocking the view of the man and stealing his music with their need to fill the silences. As I drown in their endless words, all I want to do is listen to the man’s voice and hear the calmness that it brings.

  The doors of the shuttle squeeze as they open, releasing a chemical smell that flows from the shuttle as if it’s releasing a breath.

  I sniff in the smell, even though I don’t want the toxins in my body, but I can’t help myself.

  “They are always cleaning, steaming the trains down before people get on because they are worried about spreading viruses,” Enoch says as we step into the shuttle. “Grab a seat. We are in for a long ride.”

  There are rows upon rows of seats without
tables. Along the top of the shuttle there are monitors playing images of the Chancellor and Xander in their military clothing. Then pictures of the army and the emperor are displayed, the images rotating. Other people on the shuttle don’t even look at the images, as if they are already brainwashed.

  I follow Enoch’s lead and take a seat next to him. There are no windows on the train, leaving the outside to the imagination.

  Two guards stand at the door and look around the shuttle, making me feel uneasy. Their guns aren’t glowing blue, so at least there’s that. As the shuttle starts to move, the guards ease up a little and begin speaking to one another, releasing a little of the tension in my shoulders.

  The wealthy get off first, since they live the closest to the capital, and then as the journey goes on there are only a handful of us left in the carts. The shuttle comes to a halt and I rise to get up, but Enoch shakes his head. “Next stop.”

  The guards glance at us then exit the shuttle.

  Enoch and I are alone in the cart as it leaves for the next station. He was right. We were in for a long journey.

  “Why aren’t the guards going to our stop?” I ask.

  “Normally the guards don’t come down to the Cavern in the evening; they kind of leave us alone, and the same goes the other way. If there is a problem in the Cavern, we deal with it without the guards. We have our own cells and law system. We are our own committee, but I have a horrible feeling those days are numbered. Today was the first time there has been an uprising like this,” Enoch says.

  “Jeez, you have your own law system and cells. Can we throw Gerel in one of them? What’s the deal with her?” I ask

  “She’s… been through a lot,” Enoch says.

  “Sounds like you have as well, and you’re not like her.”

  “What I’ve been through is nothing compared to what happened to Gerel. Rumor has it that she was from a tribe outside of the Cader Sanction, and she was selected by a Shaman,” Enoch tells me.

  “What’s a Shaman?”

  “Someone who talks to the spirit world and steal powers from others,” Enoch says in a spooky voice.

  “Powers?”

  “Yeah, powers.”

  “That explains why she’s weird, talking to the spirit world and all that,” I smile.

  “Oh, I heard she liked living there. The Sanction heard that the Shaman had her, which they aren’t meant to; they are only meant to take boys that go up for Selection. In their Sanction the parents sell their kids. Isn’t that crazy? Well, there was a big battle between the Sanction guards and the Shaman, and the guards won. Chinua, the Chancellor of Cader Sanction, lost interest in her and gave her to the Purenet Chancellor as a Bazi gift. Bazis given as a gift are treated the worst. The Chancellor gave her to Xander and his wife, and they are sick with their Bazis,” Enoch explains. Now I feel bad for her. What did my brother do to her? He’s not your brother, Skylier, I remind myself. He’s nothing like Rian or me.

  “The thought of being Xander’s Bazi makes me feel sick,” I say without thinking.

  Enoch nods, shame evident in his face.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.”

  “It’s okay, that was a different life.”

  “Is the shuttle moving downwards?” I ask.

  “Yeah, the Cavern is underground. You have to work your way up in Purenet to be able to move to the ground level,” Enoch informs me.

  “I never knew that.”

  “Yeah, that’s something they don’t share with us when we are up for Selections. Can you imagine if they did? Oh, by the way, once you have done all of your Selection duties you are then thrown back into the caves, just like the Cueva.” Enoch smiles as he puts on a posh voice like the Chancellors’.

  “So you are from the Cueva!”

  “Yeah, I just didn’t want your guard buddy to know. I don’t plan on going back,” Enoch says.

  “He’s not my buddy.”

  “You know what I mean. It’s easier not to trust anyone, specially a Purenet guard and one that says he’s spent his life with them,” Enoch explains with a smile.

  The shuttle slows down and comes to a halt.

  “Our stop?” I ask.

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Skylier

  “Home sweet home,” Enoch says as the shuttle doors open, letting the warm, dry air flood in.

  I spring off the shuttle onto the tiled floor. Rian, are you here? my mind yells out.

  Right here, sis. Rian waves his hand from the far end of the Gate. He made it, and by the looks of it we all made it, plus a small group of other people.

  This place is crazy, my mind says to Rian as we exit the Gate.

  It’s like its very own Cueva.

  Except theirs hasn’t been scarred by Purenet.

  This is how the Cueva should have been, Rian’s mind laughs as we enter the cave.

  Bright naked bulbs hang from the edges of the walls, illuminating the cave.

  Rooms carved out of the rock line the walls, with dusty bed sheets as doors. Some have large pieces of plastic up against the wall, and I guess they move it in place when they turn in for the night. There are no Sanction heavy metal doors down here.

  Everything is unique, personalized by the people that live here. Just like the uniqueness of their homes, the people are different as well. Many still have a faint trace of white makeup on their faces, as if they missed removing part of it when they were rushing to get to the party. Their hair is glowing white, but they have streaks of colors in all the hues of the rainbow. Some have their hair tied up, revealing a shaved head like Gerel, with a tapestry of tattoos on their scalps, though theirs are different from Gerel’s. Metal hoops adorn a row of piercings down their outer ears. The white uniforms from Purenet have been replaced with an array of colorful outfits.

  The rhythmic music, like the one the musician was playing in the station, bounces around the vast, open ceiling. It sounds as if it’s coming from every corner of the cave, and not from a sole player. Unlike at the Gate, people aren’t pretending they aren’t listening to the music. They are embracing it, dancing to it.

  The music makes me want to dance. I start dancing to the rhythm as I walk in. The music fills me up entirely, bringing joy and carelessness as I move my body in unison with it. Hayden would like to be here, too, I’m sure, and dance with me. I smile at the idea.

  “Yeah,” a cheer comes from the happy group as they see us. The place is filled with the young and old. Generations of people live down here.

  “Everyone made it back,” one of them cheers.

  “No, wait, where is Abaven?” a lady from the group asks, and the people who hear her stop their dancing and listen.

  “He will be here soon, he had to take care of some business,” Gerel replies, looking at me. I can feel the prickling heat in my cheeks as the small group that’s no longer enjoying the party fix their eyes firmly on mine, like I’m their new prey.

  “Who are they?” a lady asks, followed by a few “yeahs” from the crowd, which is now growing in size. These aren’t friendly like the ones who once lived in the Cueva. They’re more like hostile people who lived on the wasteland all their lives, feeding on the weak… but I’m not weak. Well, I am, but they don’t need to know that.

  “I’m Skylier, and this is my little brother Rian. We are friends of Abaven,” I say firmly and loud enough for the group to hear me.

  “Abaven, collecting more lost kids,” one person chuckles, then downs a drink and continues dancing. The others follow the man’s lead, and Gerel leaves with them, to my relief.

  Rian and I pause for a moment, taking in the new happiness we are surrounded in. “What are they celebrating?” I ask.

  Rian and Enoch both stare at me like I’m stupid. “Maybe that the Chancellor was stabbed by one of our own, and then Xander was left in a pool of blood, hopefully also dying,” Enoch replies, shaking his head.

  “Do you think either of them is dead?”

  “I d
oubt it, since their medical team is the best, but we should enjoy the moment while we have it. Everything has changed because of tonight. I fear what tomorrow will bring once they recover,” Enoch admits.

  “Come on, you two look as if you could do with a bit of a break from your crazy lives, and we need to fix you up so you blend in,” Enoch ads.

  “Blend in?” I ask.

  “Blend in,” Enoch repeats, smiling. He walks forward into the sea of partying people.

  “Rian, shouldn’t we work out how to rescue our family instead of wasting our time partying?” I ask as Rian starts to follow Enoch. I want to forget everything that’s happening and just have fun, but it feels wrong.

  “We have to wait for Gavyn; there is no way we can do this without him.”

  “But…” I start to say, but Rian stops me.

  “Enoch’s right. We could do with a break, and you really need to learn how to lighten up and have some fun,” Rian says.

  “I know how to have fun!” I snap.

  “Yeah, sure looks like it. Come on,” Rian says, pulling me into the crowd of partiers.

  “Here, have some of this, it will lighten up your mood,” Enoch says, passing us mugs filled with a clear liquid. Enoch clinks his mug against ours and pours the liquid down his throat; Rian does the same and so do I, but a bit slower than the boys. The liquid pours down my throat as if it’s trying to burn the top layer of my skin off. It has a toxic taste to it.

  Rian splutters in response, spraying the contents over Enoch. “Are you trying to poison us?!” he says, wiping the remains of the liquid off his face.

  Enoch brushes the spray off his clothing. “Poison, ha. It will feel like it tomorrow, so enjoy it today,” Enoch says, taking another gulp.

  “What is it?” Rian asks.

  “Not sure. It’s Cook’s mix. He doesn’t share the recipe with anyone, and to be honest I don’t think we want to know what’s in it.” Enoch smiles and his eyes glaze over as if he’s about to cry, yet he doesn’t look like he’s going to cry—far from it.