liah

This Means War

I wheeled myself around the base for about twenty minutes until I found the mess hall. It wasn't very crowded, assuming I woke up a lot later that what was normally the appropriate time to be awake. I got in line, taking up more space that I than I'd liked, but I made it through. I was handed a tray full of waffles, eggs, and bacon. I sat the tray in my lap, maneuvering as best as I could so it wouldn't slid off of my legs onto the floor. In no time, I was at a table alone, scooting chairs out of the way so I could make room for myself.
I huffed, my arms sore and hurting from using so much energy just to find this place. I was tired all over again. I quietly said my grace before I started eating and dug in. A few people walked passed me, slowing down as the walked, wondering who I was and if I was apart of the small group that had come in from the outside.
"Excuse me." I heard a small voice behind me.
"Yeah?" I swallowed my food, looking over my shoulder. A small, pale girl with short curly blonde hair stood with an empty tray in her hands.
"You came from out there, right?" She asked.
"How could you tell? Did the wheelchair give it away?" I said sarcastically. She nodded, a small smile appearing on her face.
"What's it like out there?" She asked me. I saw a few people slowing down behind her, trying to listen in.
"It's uh--" I sighed. "It's a lot. It's rough out there." I admitted. "I prefer it though."

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I slept for about another hours and lazily rolled over in bed. I normally hated complete darkness, but being surrounded by such bright lights all the time made the darkness feel like serenity. I reached for a table side lamp and pulled the string, letting the light illuminate my room. I was so refreshed and still so tired at the same time. I needed this sleep. The past few days had been rough and being able to sleep with no worries was amazing. I stared at the ceiling, wondering if Sam and the rest of the siblings had resumed their meeting with the General yet. I was eager to hear what decisions they'd made.
Eventually, I rolled out of bed and made my way to the shower. I turned the water up to it's hottest temperature, letting the scalding water run down my back. It was nice to be able to have basic luxuries again. I washed myself, brushed my teeth, and put on the clothes the Grey Base had provided for me. My hair stuck out in tight curls all over my head. I pulled it back into a fuzzy bun before exiting my room. Carefully, I sat in my chair and began rolling myself down to breakfast. I prayed that they were still serving food and I wasn't too late.

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I woke up to a hard knocking at my door. I jumped, kicking the blankets high into the air. "Shit." I cursed myself, wincing at my sudden actions. I hurt my leg again. No surprise there. Another hard knock continued and I groggily hopped to the door, careful not to put pressure on my leg.
"Daisy!" I heard my name. "Daisy, open up!"
"Just give me a second." I grumbled, finally reaching the door and opening it. It was Nina.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"I- I was sleeping." I said, partly annoyed. What did she want? "What time is it?"
"It's 7am." She paused, looking me over. "Did Joe rough up Spencer?" She asked me. "He came to my room really upset last night. Said he punched Joe." She leaned in my doorway, curious.
"Yeah. They got into a bit of a tiff. Mentioned some family stuff that I didn't really catch." I yawned, covering my mouth.
"That's all I needed to know." Nina nodded at me before walking off down the hall.
"What just happened?" I peeked around my doorway, watching Nina walk away. She didn't answer me. I rolled my eyes, closing my door and turning off that light I was too lazy to turn off in the night. I hopped back to bed and collapsed once more, closing my eyes and almost immediately falling back asleep.

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I was surprised at how close we actually were to our rooms. If Isy wasn't there to guide us, it probably would've taken us an extra ten minutes to find them. Isy said her farewell as Sam and I thanked her for leading us to our rooms.
"I am. Thanks for wheeling me through these twisted halls." I gave Sam a smile, watching as he subtly looked for Isy. "Welp!" I reached for my doorknob. "G'night, Loverboy." I laughed, twisting the doorknob and carefully wheeling myself inside. I tried my best to stand up as painlessly as possibly, moving my chair out of the way and gently shutting my door. I let out a long tired sigh, sitting down on the edge of my small bed. I leaned back, starring up at the ceiling, resting my hands on my stomach.
"What a damn day." I breathed. "Ridiculous." I shook my head, thinking of the siblings shenanigans and current family feud. "It's not my business." I kicked off my shoes, wincing at the sudden pain that traveled through my leg. I was too careless in the action. I pushed myself up, scooting back until I was comfortably at my pillow. I slipped under the blankets, not bothering to turn off my bedroom. I was too comfortable to get up again. I pulled the blankets over my face and shut my eyes, lying there with my own thoughts until I drifted off to sleep.

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"Ah, well..." I didn't exactly know how to respond to the little she gave off. She hadn't said much, but she'd said enough to convince me that I definitely didn't want to stay here. From the sound of it, Isy's been stuck underground at this base ever since she found out it's deep secrets. It was too much for me. I was leaving as soon as I was healed up.
As Isy continued to hit on Sam, I grinned, holding in a giggle. I couldn't tell if she was purposely trying to make him flustered or if she really meant it. Regardless of her intentions, it was hilarious. Her teasing Sam was quite the show. I was honestly curious to know if he'd take her up on her offer. She was obviously into him and it was great to watch each surprised expression that came over Sam whenever she made a comment. She was pure gold.

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I laughed at Isy's comment that had quickly made Sam get a little flustered. She was an interesting girl. I was glad she'd come to the rescue or else we'd be lost in this maze of a building forever.
"Why should we stay a little longer?" I questioned, raising a brow at her. "Cant you tell us a little something? I mean, it's hard to make such a decision when you're completely in the dark." I tried to get something out of her. She was a bit stubborn and seemed to like to avoid answering direct questions. But I'd give it a shot.

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"I hope they'll be okay too. I really like them. They'll be okay. They can't me mad at each other forever.... I don't think." I placed my hands in my lap as Sam began pushing me down the hall. I sat comfortably as we wandered through the halls. The bright white of the place was beginning to give me a small headache, so I was ready to get back to my room. "I don't know where to go either. This entire place is a maze." I yawned, covering my mouth with my hand. "How're you doing back there. Are you okay?" I asked Sam, looking over my shoulder at him. His face was focused and full of thought. It felt like our little band of survivors was falling apart.

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I watched Spencer walk down the hall as he discreetly tried to wipe away his tears.
"I honestly have no idea. This is too much." I shook my head. "I can only imagine what's going through their heads right now." I frowned. "I don't know how this is going to end up for them. My sister and I never fought like this." I looked up at Sam, the same amount of confusion plaguing my face. "You think they'll be okay? I hope they will. I don't know what I'd do if I were in their shoes."

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I agreed with Sam, nodding with every word he's said. The brothers were eerily silent as they listened to him speak. When he was done, Joe gave Sam a look that shook me to my core. I didn't know what he was thinking but his emotions were building up.
"Are you okay, Spencer?" I looked up at him from where I sat in my chair. Spencer was leaning up against the wall, his arms dangling at his side. He looked sad, angry, and hurt all at once. A million thoughts were going through his head.
"I'll be alright." He said quietly, refusing to look Sam and I in our eyes. He stared at the floor, his eyes welling up with tears.

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I placed my hands on the side of the wheels of my chair, rolling myself down the hall towards Spencer and Joe. Sam looked like he was the only thing between them that kept the brothers from ripping each other to shreds. As I neared closer, I heard Spencer mention something about Nina and how their parents had basically disowned her. I couldn't imagine not hearing from my parents or having my sister say something like that to me. We always fought and bickered, but when it came down to it, we always had each others back.
"A-are you two okay?" I hesitated, looking between the two. Both boys were fuming. They practically had steam blowing from their ears.
"We're just peachy." Spencer spat, staring his big brother down. Joe bit his lip, holding himself back from jumping at Spencer again.
"May you two should just... take a breather." I said quietly. The few people scattered about the halls stared at us, all frozen with curiosity.