Waking Up

After issues that were never resolved during The Cold War, and all nuclear bombs are detonated across the globe, only four teenagers are left alive-or so they think. Secrets that the US government wished to keep hidden are unearthed as these four travel across the country to save the world. When all is said and done, will there be peace-or will a war be raged on these heroes?


17. The Cave

People: Suzanne and Corey Phelps

Relation: Twins

Location: Somewhere near Lake Michigan

Time: Near Dusk

Date: Unknown

Status: Fugitives




Corey finally woke up after a week of being in the cave. No calls came-from Denton or from Mae. I hoped with all my being that she was alive and well-I hoped that Denton didn't have his greedy claws in her. I hoped he hadn't done what I had overheard he was going to do to her. Reprogram her into a emotionless killing machine. I didn't think Corey could handle that-being faced with the possibility that he would have to kill his own wife. All because of me-I was the perfect suspect. A former Mutant, with no sense of authority-who hated Mae Lynn enough to jeopardize her own brother's life. His career, all that he had worked for since the apocalypse. Now it seemed that it was impossible for Corey to return to Mae and the unborn child that grew inside her-still she hoped. I got up from the cave floor and went outside. The stars shone brightly against the black sky. We were still in Mutant territory but we were safe for now. I suspected the platoon that had nearly killed us had been devoured by now, if not by Mutants then by the vicious wildlife or the bitter cold that was always creeping into Anne's bones and the cold that kept Corey from fully recovering enough for them to move on. 


"Annie?" I looked back over my shoulder and saw with pure disbelief my brother standing next to a stalagmite. "We've got to get moving."


"Corey you're hardly strong enough to walk. Let alone trek through the wilderness and swim across the Lake of Michigan."


"We've got to g-" Corey whispered before slumping against the stalagmite. 


"Corey! You must rest. I promised Mae I'd keep you alive."


"I don't think that's possible. I don't think I'm going to make it."


"No! No you have to stay with me. Don't make me do this alone."


"Why not? You tried killing my fiance, you almost made me go through life by myself. I would never kill Owen-no matter how much I hated him."


"How long are you going to hold that against me?"


"For as long as I live." The phone that Mae had tucked into their belongings beeped. 'UNKNOWN' popped onto the screen and Suzanne tentatively answered the phone,




"I need to speak to Corey." the familiar voice of Mae Lynn whispered urgently through the speaker.


"Why? Where's Denton?"


"Not here."


"Here, Corey its for you." I held out the phone to my brother who took it greedily. Hungry for the sound of the woman he loved.


"Mae, what's wrong?"


"Denton, he's ordered you back to NYC by the command of the United States Militia. If you don't return with Suzanne, he's going to kill me. Now before you say he'd never do that-I have a black eye to prove you wrong. He's been torturing me for the past two months searching for you. Please come home. We need to end this."


"Alright. I will try."




"I'm severely wounded sweetheart. It wasn't Annie's fault I stayed behind when we were ambushed I wanted to kill as many of them as possible. But I was shot. Like I said I will try."


"I love you Corey."


"I love you too Mae, you know that I do. Tell the baby I love it too."


"I will." I could hear the tears in Mae's voice. 


"Mae? I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything."


"Its alright Anne. Owen is fine by the way. Worried sick-but he's fine. His dog is fine as well."


"Good. Tell them both that I love them."


"I will." The line went dead, and Corey got up once again, broke off a tree limb that had grown into the cave and made himself a crutch. 


"Let's go." Without giving her the opportunity to offer a protest Corey hobbled out of the cave entrance. Leaving me, to carry the bags, and weapons. I sheathed the dagger I had found way back in Nashville, and I grabbed Corey's machete. I couldn't carry the guns by myself. I shouldered the bags and followed Corey, grabbing a lone gun and a magazine for Corey to sling around his shoulder. He had stopped to rest at the base of the cave entrance and gave me a look that was enough to make me want to shoot him. We started trudging back through the dense overgrowth we had already ran through a few weeks before. I looked back at the cave and waved goodbye.




People: Mae Lynn Phelps, Owen, Denton

Relation: Complicated

Location: S.C.B HQ

When: Twelve days after secret phone call


Mae Lynn:


I watched closely as Denton paced back and forth, swirling his brandy in the glass tumbler I had gotten him after he brought Owen back. I hated the tumbler, it reminded me of how naive I was, or had been. This man had killed my father- and I had trusted him with my life, with my friends' lives. Now Corey and Suzanne were racing back here to kill this man. Or me-because I was his sleeper cell, no matter how hard I tried to fight it. I knew what I was-I was a monster. Worse then any Mutant or Hollywood horror. I had no control over when he said that vile word that put me in the killing trance. Unfortunately I remembered every heinous act committed against innocent people. I worried that he would say the vile member of the English dictionary and have me kill Owen, my last remaining friend-or worse cut out my unborn child from my womb. Killing me in the process. I shuddered at the thought, and fought back the tears.


"Mae, darling can you go fetch me more brandy?"


"Of course Colonel Denton." I fought the urge to growl. I glanced at Owen and gave him a look that said 'Do anything to survive.' Denton was tipsy, and he would soon be drunk he trusted only us to drink like this, and it was the perfect opportunity to off him. Mae walked quickly down the hallways that intersected beneath the oldest gift to America on record and walked into Denton's office. A false happy picture of her father and Denton stared up at her. Joshua Vincent looked up at her, his smile frozen in time. Moments before he was tragically killed. Ripped from life, from her side, from her mother's. He had a life outside the 'brotherhood'. He was killed by his best friend.


"Dad, what do I do?" Mae whispered quietly. She absentmindedly poured the brandy into the empty tumbler. She considered whether or not to add something extra, to further along the intoxication of her superior, she decided against it and went instead back to the Vault. Where they were holding their impromptu meeting. As usually was, it was about her husband and the phone call Denton wanted her to make and the call she had not yet agreed to, she had called her husband but not at the command of Denton but from her own heart and worry. She walked into the dimly lit room and gave the drink to Denton, careful not to slosh the liquid from the glass.


"To-ook you long enough." Denton slurred. Her phone beeped quietly in her pocket, and Denton's eyes lit up.


"Its only Max." Mae lied easily and slipped from the room. In truth it was Corey. "Hello sweetheart."


"Mae, we're here. I don't know how much help I'll be." 


"I don't care, as long as you're here." Corey sighed on the other end. 




"What's the plan?"


"Denton is heavily intoxicated. He will not recognize you. I will tie him up, and you make him confess. to everything he's done. To you, to me, to my father, and to Suzanne."


"Sounds easy enough-ready Annie?"


"Ready." Mae heard the faint reply of her sister in law. 


"Annie, you're the decoy. Corey is going to plead his innocence and tell the guards he captured you, and you shot him trying to away."


"Alright." The line went dead and Mae ducked back into the Vault and pulled Owen from the records. "They're here. C'mon. We've got to be the ones to let them in. I want to surprise Suzanne."


"What did you tell them?"


"I embellished the plan a bit. I told Corey to pretend he captured Annie and to plead his innocence to the guards."


"But we're the only ones in the building."




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