REBORN: 60 days before doomsday

THE DOOR

~SIENNA~

I pounded my fists against the strong steel door until my knuckles bled through my wet gloves.

The freezing wind blew hard across the wasteland, driving ice straight into my skin. I couldn't see more than three feet in front of me, but I didn't need to look. I knew where I was.

I was standing inches away from the only place left on earth with heat, water, and food.

Inside, I could hear movement. Heavy boots walking on metal floors. The quiet noise of crates being moved.

I hit my hand against the door again. "Ethan!"

There was no answer, my voice broke. The wind swallowed it.

I pressed my face against the small, triple-paned reinforced window. Through the fogged glass, warm yellow light spilled into the darkness.

Someone moved past the hallway carrying a pile of blankets. Someone else sat at the long table, eating from a steaming bowl.

They were warm. They were safe.

"Ethan, please!" I shouted. "Open the door!"

He had told me to step outside.

‘Just two minutes, Sienna,’ he'd said, sounding completely calm. ‘Check the pressure valve. I think the intake generator is failing.’

I had stepped outside because I trusted him.

Then I heard the deadbolts click into place behind me.

"Ethan!" I yelled, my breath showing in thick white clouds against the glass. "Ethan, look at me!"

A man stepped into the hallway, stopping several feet back from the door.

My heart jumped with relief.

I pointed excitedly toward the keypad beside the glass. "The lock engaged! Open the door!"

Ethan didn't move.

He stood perfectly still in his insulated jacket, his hands buried deep inside his pockets. He stared at me through the glass with a blank expression.

There was no panic, speed, or regret in his eyes.

My hand slipped down the window. "Ethan?"

He looked away.

A shadow moved behind him. His mother, Victoria, stepped into view and wrapped a fleece blanket around her shoulders.

She looked warm. She looked well-fed.

I pounded harder. "Please! It's dropping to forty below out here!"

Victoria leaned in and said something to Ethan. I couldn't hear the words through the glass, but I saw the sharp turn of her head.

Ethan shook his head, arguing with her.

"Ethan, look at me!" I pressed both palms against the glass. "I'm your wife!"

Ethan finally raised his head and met my gaze.

That was the moment I realized the generator had never failed.

Static noise came from the speaker above the door.

"Sienna," Ethan's voice came through, light and distorted. "You need to go."

I stared at him. "Go? Go where?"

He didn't answer.

A high, breathless laugh escaped my throat. "Ethan, this isn't funny. Open the lock. My hands are going numb."

"We're running low on rations, Sienna," he said smoothly. "We barely have enough for the people already inside."

"The rations?" I pressed my face closer to the glass. "I bought those rations, Ethan! My savings paid for every single crate of food in that basement! I spent six months tracking down the water cleaners, the fuel tanks, the medical supplies…."

"And we appreciate everything you did," Victoria's voice cut over the speaker. She pushed past Ethan, staring at me with cold eyes. "But you're just one more mouth to feed. The math doesn't work."

Behind them, figures were moving.

I saw Ethan's younger sister. I saw his cousin. I saw the neighbors I had dragged out of the flooded lower quarters three months ago. The people I had fed. The people I had bandaged when their fever broke.

They all knew I was out here.

Not a single one of them looked at the door.

---

The panic came fast, making my throat feel tight.

"Ethan, please!" I begged, discarding every shred of pride I had left. I banged my forehead lightly against the metal. "I don't need a bed. I'll sleep on the concrete floor in the lower storage unit. I won't eat much. Just let me inside!"

Ethan shifted his weight, his eyes darting to the floor. "Don't make this harder than it has to be, Sienna."

"We're married!" I screamed, scraping my fingers against the frame. "Six years, Ethan! How can you stand there and do this to me?"

"We have to think about the family now," Victoria said over the line. "You've always been independent. You'll figure something out."

‘The family.’

I had treated them like my own family since the day my parents died.

I looked straight at my husband. "Are you really going to let me freeze to death out here?"

Ethan didn't answer.

He didn't yell. He didn't defend himself. He just kept his eyes glued to the floor. That silence was the answer.

---

In the freezing darkness, my mind flashed backward.

I remembered giving Victoria the last dose of antibiotics when her lungs tore open with fever, leaving nothing for myself when the infection hit my throat weeks later.

I remembered selling my mother's jewelry line at a fraction of its value to buy two extra crates of food.

I remembered driving through a city torn apart by riots just to bring Ethan's sister her insulin.

I had spent every waking hour of the last six months playing shield, savior, and provider for every person inside that bunker.

And when the space ran out, they used the shelter I built to lock me in the dark.

---

"Sienna," Ethan's voice echoed through the speaker one last time. "I'm sorry. I really am."

A red light above the keypad flashed.

LOCKED.

The intercom cut off into dead static.

"Ethan! Ethan!" I slammed both hands against the steel, but the sound was weak now.

Through the glass, I watched Ethan turn his back to the door. Victoria placed a hand on his shoulder as they walked down the hallway together.

They didn't look back.

---

I didn't stop moving.

I stumbled away from the main entrance, fighting against the heavy wind toward the side of the structure.

There had to be another way in.

I reached the emergency hatch near the air scrubbers. I grabbed the manual latch and pulled.

It was frozen solid.

"Come on," I whispered. My voice sounded tiny, like it belonged to someone else. "Come on."

I pulled out my phone with numb, stiff fingers.

Screen: ‘No Service.’

Battery: ‘6%.’

I dialed Ethan's private comm line. It rang once, then transferred straight to an automated tone.

He had blocked my device.

I took an iron rod that was resting against the intake pipe and pushed it under the hatch seal, putting all my weight on it.

My foot slipped on the ice.

I went down hard, my knees hitting against the frozen ground.

The iron rod fell loudly into the storm, disappearing into the whiteout. I lay on my side in the snow, gasping for air. My body refused to push me up.

‘Get up, Sienna. Get up.’

I forced my hands under my chest and dragged myself back onto my feet. I dragged my body back around to the front window.

The lights inside were still on.

Ethan was sitting at the wooden dining table with a bowl in front of him. He picked up a yellow ceramic mug and brought it to his lips.

My mug.

The one with the chipped handle I had used every morning since we bought our first apartment six years ago.

He took a slow sip, his eyes fixed on the map laid out on the table.

He had already erased me. I leaned my forehead against the frost-covered window, staring at his face.

"I loved you," I whispered.

He didn't hear me. Or maybe he didn't care.

Either way, he didn't turn around.

---

The burning in my fingers and toes faded.

That scared me more than the pain. I knew what came next.

Numbness. Drowsiness. Then sleep.

I couldn't let myself sleep. I forced my eyes to stay open.

A strange heat spread through my chest, replacing the cold. My knees buckled completely, my body slumping sideways into the snow drift against the base of the door.

Images drifted past my mind.

The sun shining through the window of our first tiny apartment. Ethan laughing as we unpacked cardboard boxes. The way he used to hold my hand when we walked through the city park before the sky turned grey.

I had thought I was building a life with a man who loved me. I spent six years keeping everyone else warm, and I forgot to protect myself.

---

The yellow lights inside the shelter became soft patches of gold. The sound of the roaring wind began to quiet down, replaced by a deep silence.

My eyes drifted shut.

My last thought wasn't a plea for Ethan to turn around.

It was a cold, quiet promise: ‘If I ever get another chance... I will choose myself first.’

My heart beat once more, weak and faint, then everything went black.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.