The bus ride was a rare moment of peace. It was a stiflingly warm noon, and the usual city traffic had thinned out, leaving the roads eerily quiet. Winterson leaned his head against the window in the back row, the glass vibrating gently against his temple. With his dark hair tousled and a rare, relaxed smile on his pale face, he looked down at the heavy bag sitting on his lap.
He unzipped it, running a hand over the edges of his laptop and the crisp, white envelopes containing his resume.
"College is finally over," he whispered to himself, his brown eyes reflecting the bright blue of the afternoon sky. "Next step: a paycheck. Mom and Dad are going to have a lot to say about this."
He pulled out a single sheet of paper—his resume—and skimmed the lines. Winterson, Bachelor of Science. He had spent years building this document, every line a brick in the foundation of his future. He checked his phone, waiting for a celebratory text from his friends, but the screen stayed dark.
Then, the world broke.
A sound like a thousand mirrors shattering at once roared from above. Winterson bolted upright, his heart hammering against his ribs. Outside the window, the sky didn't just change color—it fractured. Massive, jagged cracks spider-webbed across the blue expanse, bleeding a terrifying, electric indigo. Even the clouds froze, turning into static white streaks as if the wind itself had been paralyzed.
"What the hell…?" The words died in his throat.
The cracks burst. A wave of blue energy, shimmering like liquid fire, cascaded down from the heavens. It didn't fall; it surged, spreading across the horizon with impossible speed. Before Winterson could even scream, the light slammed into the bus.
A sudden, crushing weight pressed down on his eyelids. His brain felt like it was being submerged in cold molasses.
Why… am I… so tired? The resume slipped from his numb fingers, fluttering to the floor of the bus as his vision went black. Around him, the world fell into a silent, deep slumber.
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A sharp hiss of air ringed in his Wintersons ears and forced him to wake up,Above him was a slab of black matle instead of Sky.He tried to lift his hand,but his whole body became numb,and after some effort,he pushed the glass lid,there was humming sound while opening the pod and he came out of the pod,What he saw outside,stunned him to the core
It wasnt a simple room,it was metallic Bunker with thousand Identical Pods,they were multiple people like him,they were connected to lifeline with technology that was able to track their heart rate and so on.
Winterson inspected himself,he was wearing a white colored cloth,with a black labeled no.211 on his left chest.He spoke,"This isnt a dream,Last minute,I was in a Bus…Now,I am in some unknown Bunker."
Winterson checked his nearby pod on ,there was another boy with a dark skin and Black hair,he was in eternal slumber.Winterson thought,'I was like this…what is going on?
Then Suddenly,he saw an old man,he was wearing blue colored uniform ,his face covered with wrinkles,his face expression was in a shock,he immediately lifted his hand and a bluish panel materialised in front of him,wri,Winterson has never seen something like this before,he spoke,"Code Blue,Waker no.211 has woken up,Contact the Progenitor."
The old man ran came to winterson and spoke in his hoarse voice,"Mr.211,Kindly follow me,A Progenitor will come and meet you.",Winterson immediately replied,"Sir,Where am I?Can You contact my parents?",Winterson was actually scared about his parents,he want to let them know that he is safe and he should know that they are safe.
The old man barely looked in his eyes,it is filled with pity and sadness,he whispered in his hoarse voice,"You…Will…Know." and he moved forward,signalling him to follow.
Winterson hesitated,he wasnt sure about anything but he followed him but he was careful.As he followed him.Winterson and the Old man left bunker and walked through a metallic Hallway,Winterson questioned about his parents yet there was no answer,the old man didnt even had a eye contact,it was filled with pity,it was unsettling.
Eventually,they lead to a room,there was no one,instead it had a white color table with two chairs opposite to each other,it was dark except there was a light on ceiling,only acting as only light source in the room.
Winterson picked one chair and sat on it,he looked at the old man,The old man looked at him,he spoke,"You…will…know." and he left.
Winterson was sat room for an hour,as time passess,tension started to rise within him and he started to have Uncertain thoughts.After an hour,A lady entered the room with a file in her hand.
She had a pitch black hair with a green eyes and wearing white colored Jacket and black jean.She sat opposite to him and opened the file in front of him and skimmed through the lines.
She spoke with a smile in a bold voice,"Winterson,Age 23,Father,Kevin,a SalesMan,Mother,Sarah, a Real estate broker.You almost finished your college,I am Melissa,By the way,'Winterson',isnt it a peculiar name.",Winterson nodded and spoke,"I…was born…in a Blizzard.Can you tell me what is happening?I repeatedly asked the old man to contact my parents,Yet I received no response and I was held in some sort of Medical Bunker,So tell me,What is actually happening?"
She looked at him,her smile faltered and she spoke,"Let me tell you,You must have seen something like Cracks in the Sky and blue energy being formed?",Winterson immediately responded with a short reply,"Yeah,It was scary."
She continued,""When that energy entered,two things happened which flipped the whole world,One when the energy hit people,some of them went to mystical Coma,Which includes You.", Wintersons's Chest tightened,his breath came in ragged gasps as he clawed at the edges of the table,he thought,"How…How is…Possible?Mom…dad.." and he immediately looked at Melissa and spoke,"How long,I was in Coma?".
She stopped and looked at him,her face was filled with sadness,she spoke,"200 years.",Winterson faltered,his face contorted with sadness,he immediately understood why they didnt contact his parents because they are dead.Winterson eyes filled with tears,his memories of his parents flashed before his eyes,he immediately wiped his eyes and saw his hands for one second
He spoke,"How come I am alive for 200 Years?I should have died from old age",Melissa looked at him for a moment,sighed like she has been making the explanations for multiple times spoke,"People who went in Coma,where stuck some sort of static state,they didnt age,Which includes you,So,technically,You are 23."Winterson blinked,he couldnt make sense of it,nothing is making sense,Last minute,he was in a bus,going through his personal at next minute,he was in a room after 200 years,woke up.
Winterson calmed his mind for a moment and spoke,"What is second one?",believing that he couldnt be surprised anymore but the next words came out of Melissa mouth stunned him to the core,"The Second one is Our Earth got teleported to a New Universe."