Bunker 16

Chapter 1

I'm in a deep sleep. I can see my wife, my two beautiful children. I'm sitting on my balcony, looking over the vast meadows. The sounds of cows and the occasional clucking of the chickens are music to my ears. She calls to me,

"Michael... Michael! Come to me Michael!"

I stand up and walked towards her, I put my hands on her waist and looked into her eyes, "I love you Rachael". She smiled and hugged me. It was like being in heaven.

But I then I heard a load noise, and a pain in the back of my head that felt like a needle was being inserted into it. I quickly woke up, gasping for air. I looked around and there was nothing but pitch black all around me. I soon realized I was not on my bed, or in my house for that matter. The ground was cold and hard and the air was musky and thin. I felt my heart sank, I was scared and didn't know what to do. "I must be dreaming", I thought to myslef. It felt too real to be a dream and soon accepted that I was somewhere unknown.

I shouted as loud as I could. "Hey! Is anyone there!"

I heard I faint moan, and then I heard the deep voice of a man. "What the hell is going on?!" I hesitated to speak, but soon I acknowledged my presence.

"Do you know what's going on?" The man quickly replied "no" and asked me the same question. "I have no idea, but we should look for a light source".

The man didn't seem to answer for a few seconds, probably still rapping his head around the situation, but eventually he replied "ok" and we both tried finding a light source.

I put my arms out in front of me trying to feel my way around the room, but barely anything was getting in my way. I eventually found myself touching the wall. I walked down the wall and I hit what felt like a table. I looked around and felt a lamp, I turned it on and light came bursting into my eyes. I turned around and told the man to come over here. He walked over towards me and I could get good look at him.

He's a big man, 6'2, 3 inches taller than me, he has very dark skin and easily looks like he works out regularly. I'm both nervous with his appearances but yet its nice to have a strong man in a situation like this.

"Yeah?", impatiently saying. "I found a note on this desk that might help us where we are". We both read the note that is on the table.

January 5, 1940-
        It's been a week since our general disappeared mysteriously. We're all getting nervous, and this blizzard is keeping us all trapped inside. We have enough food to last us about 2 months, but that's it. This is the longest storm i've ever experienced. Not to mention I keep hearing strange noises around this place. If we don't find a way to contact any of our forces, we might as well be good as dead.
        -Troy Thomas, bunker 16

"Bunker 16? Where the hell is that?!"

The man seemed very nervous and I could see the fear in his eyes.I too was very scared. I wanted to see my wife and my two children again. I tried to calm both of us down with some small talk. If we're gonna be stuck here for a while it's best to get to know the guy your stuck with.

"Look, I know this is frightening, but we'll figure a way to get out if here... the name's Michael..."

"Gregory, but you can call me Greg".

He seems nice, although I can still sense he's terrified of the situation. I carried in with my small talk.

"Do you have a wife?"

"No, but I have a girl back home that I have an eye on".

"Where do you live Greg?"

"A shitty place, down by Pittsburg. I would move somewhere else, but I don't have enough money, and I don't want to leave my  girl I also mentioned... what about you?"

"Nashville, Tennessee. Beautiful place, have a ranch and everything. Just wished the chickens would stop clucking all the Damn time."

He chuckled and has seemed to calm down a bit. Guess my small talk skills are working out.

We went on for a few minutes. He sounds like a pretty nice. Very deceiving for how big and muscular he looks.

"I think we should now try and see if there is a door or something in this room".

We proceeded to look around feeling the walls, it didn't take very long for one if us to found a door handle.

"I've found a door!", shouted Greg. I ran over to where he was, barley seeing the outline of his body.

"Can you open it?"

"No, its stuck, we have to get it open"

I walked around trying to find something to open the door... Nothing... seems the only thing in this room is me, Greg, and the table. I was continuing to search while Greg was throwing himself into the door, hoping it would just open. If the place we're in is a bunker, there's nochance he's gonna break open that door.

"It won't budge!", He shouted in a worrisome way...

"Don't worry I'm finding something to open it".

I got more and more nervous the more I searched around. I didn't know how long we had before one of us goes crazy and attacks each other, or worse... dying from from dehydration or hunger.

After what seemed like 30 minutes of finding a way to escape this room, I felt my pockets to see if I had anything on me. The only thing I found was a unordinary looking device, small and relatively flat. It has a small red button in the middle of it's dark, rectangular shape. "Odd", I thought. I don't remember having this on me, or now that I think about it, what I last did before I woke up.

"Hey Greg, I found something!"
He quickly ran over to me.

"What is it?"

"Some sort of device"

"Do you think it will open the door?"

"Only one way to find out"

I looked at the device, hesitantly putting my finger on it. I then heard a quiet but clear enough beeping sound.

"GET DOWN!", I quickly yelled.

We both got on the ground and shortly after that the door blew open just missing Greg by a few feet.

"Jesus!", he yelled, "haven't you've seen any movies where the guy presses the red button, bad shit happens man!"

"I didn't know it was gonna blow open the door!"

"Whatever, we got the door open. let's just get the hell out of here."

Ain't arguing with that. And after getting our nerves together, we left the room, into a hall, soon surrounded by darkness once again.