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https://youtu.be/PAu4TajHYLk

David lay sprawled across the small cot in his bunker, the soft hum of the ventilation system lulling him into a deep, peaceful sleep. The dim, orange emergency lighting cast a faint glow over his features, highlighting the serene expression on his face. His chest rose and fell steadily beneath the thin, olive-green blanket that barely covered his shoulders. The room was sparse but cozy, with the faint smell of metal and earth blending into the cool air. A worn-out book lay open on the nightstand beside him, its pages gently fluttering in the occasional draft. His hand rested near it, as though he'd drifted off mid-sentence. Despite the sturdy concrete walls and reinforced door, there was an air of calm around David, a rare moment of respite from the chaos of the world above. His dreams, if any, seemed far away, leaving him utterly still, save for the rhythmic motion of his breathing.

In this tranquil cocoon of silence, it felt as though nothing could intrude on David's peace. The walls of the bunker stood as an unyielding fortress, shielding him from the turmoil of the outside world. The faint hum of the ventilation system was like a lullaby, steady and unbroken, a constant reassurance that all was well. No distant rumble of disaster could penetrate this haven, no whispers of chaos or danger could disturb the serene atmosphere within. The air carried a comforting stillness, as if the world itself had agreed to pause and let him rest. Even the flickering emergency lights seemed to have settled into a steady rhythm, as if respecting the sanctity of his slumber. Time moved slowly here, each second stretching into eternity, protecting the fragile, perfect balance of the moment. It was a pocket of existence untouched by worry or fear, where the harshness of reality melted away. in here David sleeping soundly, it seemed as though no force in the universe, no twist of fate, could shatter the calm that cradled him.

nothing, could truly wake him u-

https://youtu.be/iNpXCzaWW1s

David: *slowly opens his eyes* .... Fuck, off.

David woke up from his slumber stretching his arms and yawning profusely ready to start the day. Pushing the sheets of his bed off of himself and then turning to the bedside puttin on his sandals and tapping the alarm clock to make it shut off immediately.

David: Another day, Another boring and awful life.

He stood up making a steady and tired full walk towards the bathroom in order to brush his teeth and wash his face.

David: *sighs* I better make sure to get ahead, can't have these people wait too much on their breakfast of they'll tear me apart heh

David trudged into the bathroom, the cold tiles beneath his feet a stark contrast to the warmth of his bed. He reached for his toothbrush, slathering on toothpaste with a sigh.

David: Why do I even bother tho, there's no point to all of this is there?

The mirror reflected back his tired eyes, dull and lifeless, as he scrubbed his teeth absentmindedly. After rinsing his mouth, he splashed cold water on his face, the shock of it momentarily jolting him awake. He stared at his reflection, water dripping from his chin.

David: i got to sleep, Wake up, Cook for everyone, Clean the place, rinse and repeat Just to get through another day... nothing ever changes.

The weight of his routine pressed down on him, but he shook it off, grabbed a towel, and prepared to face the day ahead going to his closet to change his clothes and go outside to make way to his quarters, the underground bunker where he lived and worked was massive, a labyrinthine complex with twisting hallways and sterile, gray walls. It had all the comforts of a modern city, but none of the freedom.

David was one of many chefs tasked with feeding the hundreds of inhabitants that resided within the bunker. The food was never exceptional, just fuel to keep the operation running, and to David, the process had become mind-numbing.

Still, there was no escaping his duties. With a sigh, he opened his closet which held his standard uniform. white chef's coat, dark slacks, and non-slip shoes. As he dressed, he heard the hum of activity outside his door, the sound of footsteps echoing in the hallway as others began their day in the bunker.

David: Guess people are up already early in the morning or, that could just be the guards checking If i'm a okay.

On que there was a knock on the door

Personnel: Are you okay inside of there David, any problems or issue's with your quarters?

David: Oh yeah there is.

Personnel: Oh? And what's that?

David: it's boring and empty in here T-T

...

....

.....

Personnel: Sir that isn't a problem that I can fix unfortunately

David:

Ah whatever, it's fine no big deal.

Personnel: well, I hope you have a good day sir!

David: Thank you. Now go and tend to others that might need some help.

Personnel: *leaves*

David: .... Man, Service has been pretty meh lately. But maybe that's just for the best, my wishes probably shouldn't be granted anyways

The bunker was always active, always moving. Life underground was a constant cycle of maintenance, defense, and survival. Outside, the world had grown hostile violent storms, marauding creatures aka well dinosaurs, and a decaying atmosphere made the surface uninhabitable for anyone without the protection of this hidden sanctuary. The inhabitants had formed a community, one dedicated to preserving life, even if that life was lived under artificial lights and reinforced concrete.

David buttoned up his chef's coat and fastened his name tag. Just another day, he thought, plastering on the best smile he could muster.

David: Besides, there's No point dragging others down with my misery.

He stepped out of his room and into the bustling corridor, greeted by familiar faces. Some nodded in his direction, offering quiet hellos, while others rushed by, consumed with their tasks for the day. He headed toward the kitchens, his mind already running through the menu for breakfast. Eggs, toast, some processed meats.nothing fancy, just enough to keep everyone fed and functioning. In the kitchen, his team was already at work. There was Tom, a burly man with a constant smirk, chopping vegetables with quick, practiced motions. Sarah, petite and sharp-eyed, was at the stove, her hands moving gracefully as she stirred a large pot of oatmeal. Then there was Marco, always whistling some upbeat tune as he stacked trays of bread.

Tom: Morning, David You look as cheerful as ever ey buddy?

David forced a smile.

David: Yeah, just ready for another exciting day!

Tom: Ayyy that's the spirit!

he replied, sarcasm lacing his words. But Tom didn't seem to notice, or if he did, he didn't comment on it. Sarah glanced over from her station, her brow furrowing slightly.

Sarah: You okay, David? You seem... tired.

Tom: Tired? He's cheery as ever!

David waved her concern away with a chuckle.

David: Nah, I just didn't sleep well. But I'm fine. Let's get this show on the road, yeah?

Marco joined in with his usual lightheartedness.

Marco: if you're feeling down, I could sing you a song! That'll get your spirits up.

Sarah: Oh God pls let's not allow him to sing again

Marco: Awww why not?

Sarah: the songs are usually terrible

Marco: Da hell you mean? Rock songs will always be great!

Sarah: Yeah, They're were great only many centuries ago give them up already mate

Marco: Nah you just haven't a clue on how great these things were!, am I right David what do you say?

Sarah: PLSSS let's not!

David chuckled, though it felt forced.

David: Maybe later, Marco. Let's get breakfast out first before the masses revolt. So, what are we cooking today for the morning?

Marco: String beans and dumplings is all we can make unfortunately bossman.

David: String beans and dumplings? Ew, yall wanna kill our children or something, especially you Sarah how dare you.

Sarah chuckled alongside the others sharing a good laugh and two between one another.

Sarah: hey hey listen listen at least they're getting used to the meal

Tom: And by getting used too you mean Rogger and Bestin regurgitating almost everything they have eaten so far while your not feeding them?

Sarah: Hey! I try my best, those two just HATE their vegetables.

David: common guys we gotta do better than that!

Tom: there's nothing much left tho, we are still waiting for spring to bring in the good stuff from our crops

David: Bleh, who needs to wait on a damn season to make a good meal? Give me a second, let me go and find something better.

David walked over toward the cupboards and tables in order to find better food options that were available to everyone in the bunker

David scanned the cupboards with determination, not willing to let his team settle for a half-hearted breakfast. His eyes darted from the limited ingredients dried grains, canned vegetables, and an array of less-than-fresh options. There has to be something, he thought. He pulled out jars of dried herbs, a few bags of flour, and spotted a small stash of eggs tucked away.

David: Eggs! We've got some left. Not a lot, but enough to make a decent scramble. And here's some garlic. If we sauté the beans in garlic and olive oil, they might actually taste good.

Marco perked up at the sight of the eggs.

Marco: Finally! Something that doesn't look like it's been here for ten years.

Tom: twenty*

Marco: Good point.

David: scramble the eggs with those herbs. Make 'em fluffy. And prepare the dumplings as planned, but add in a little cheese to make them more palatable. And sauté those string beans in garlic and olive oil. We'll serve everything together, and it'll at least taste like we tried.

Sarah raised an eyebrow.

Sarah: Cheese in the dumplings? You sure about that?

David: Oh Trust me, it'll work. They won't even know they're eating the same old thing but just tastier

Sarah: Ahhhh, the kids will love the surprise

David: That's the main point..

Sarah: You're really pulling this together, bossman. Maybe breakfast won't be a complete disaster.

David: That's the idea. We'll have to keep getting creative until spring rolls around. The last thing we need is a rebellion over breakfast

Tom: If this doesn't get us some praise, I don't know what will. Let's see what the masses will think.

David: Yuhuh, now get to work!

The kitchen was a whirlwind of activity as the team worked to prepare the morning meal.

As the kitchen crew sprang into action, the mood lightened. The smells of garlic and herbs filled the air as Tom tossed the string beans in a sizzling pan, while Marco expertly scrambled the eggs. David worked quickly, chopping up what little fresh herbs they had left to add a hint of brightness to the meal, once everything was up and running with the foods being cooked, David moved from station to station, checking on the progress of each dish, tasting here, adjusting there.

He knew the routine so well he could probably do it in his sleep. Sometimes it felt like he already was actually. As they worked, the kitchen staff exchanged the usual banter, with Marco cracking jokes and Tom making light of their endless routine. Sarah was quieter, focused on her tasks, though she occasionally shot David a look, as if she could sense the weariness behind his smiles and giggles.

David: Alright we're almost done, chop chop people be ready to serve a good meal this morning!

Sarah: David.

David: Huh?

Sarah: Can I... talk to you?

David: uhhh... sure

Going and then pulling him aside, the both of them went into a little corner of the kitchen to talk to one another

David: What's wrong Sarah? Is everything alright with ya?

Sarah: Look, I don't mean to pry, but are you sure you're okay? You've been... off lately.

David: off?

Sarah: I don't know you just, seem so depressed and yet so cheery at the same time

David: Whatcha mean?

Sarah: changing the meals up, you usually are fine with whatever is served and last time I checked the ingredients you pulled out weren't even there to begin with. Did you..hide those to surprise us?

David: Replaced the meals? Pfft ha, nah why would I now your the one acting weird haha

Sarah: David.... Your making me concerned...

David: I-...

David sighed, his smile faltering for a moment before he quickly replaced it.

David: ... Hey, Hey, Hey i'm fine, really. Just the same old grind, you know? But it's nothing I can't handle just gotta get into the groove again you know?

Sarah didn't look convinced, but she nodded, respecting his privacy.

Sarah: Well, if you ever need to talk...just know that I'm here

David: Thanks, Sarah but i'm okay. Trust me on that.

Sarah: I hope my trust isn't unwarranted.

David replied, grateful for her concern, even if he wasn't ready to unpack everything he was feeling.

David: ... btw, how are the kids doing?

Sarah: Oh? They're doing fine as per the usual

David: heh, do they miss me much?

Sarah: No not really. More-so wish I wasn't so "obsessed over you"

David: Pffft. Right, Right.

Sarah: Yeah.....

David: .....

Sarah: .....

They both of them then had an awkward silence between each other, David shifted uncomfortably, scratching the back of his head as the silence stretched on. Sarah glanced at him, her brow furrowed with concern, but she didn't push further. She was one of the few people in the bunker who had known him long enough to see through the facade. Still, he wasn't ready to talk, not now, and maybe not ever.

David: Well... better get back to work, y-yeah?

Sarah: O-Oh R-Right, Right.

She gave him a small, reassuring smile, but the worry didn't leave her eyes. Eventually With breakfast prepped, the trays were loaded onto carts and wheeled out into the dining hall..The bunker's residents filed in, groggy and hungry, but grateful for the hot meal. David watched them as they grabbed their plates, chatting with one another, exchanging smiles and nods of thanks. To them, this meal was a small comfort in an otherwise harsh world. To David, it was just another task checked off his never-ending list.

David: And there we go...

Tom: Ya think this will be a hit?

David: pfft, of course so why wouldn't it be?

Sarah: Now we just wait for the expert to give his opinion.

Marco: Oh you don't mean?

Sarah: Yeah, Mr briggs.

Tom: Ohhh

Marco: Really?

David: *rolls his eyes* that old geezer? Tch I don't really care about his opinions on the food to be honest with ya.

Sarah: Oh please we all know you do

David: no I don't-

Tom: here he comes.

David: Oh damn he's here

Mr. Briggs, the elderly yet sharp-tongued man, shuffled into the dining hall. His wrinkled face was set in a permanent scowl, and his gray eyes surveyed the room like a hawk on the hunt. Despite his age, there was a certain authority to his presence. He was one of the oldest residents in the bunker, and his opinions on the meals were treated as gospel by the others. If he liked it, the rest would follow. If he didn't, the kitchen staff would hear about it all day.

Tom elbowed David with a grin.

Tom: Here's your big moment, chef. You ready for his verdict?

David groaned under his breath, trying to play it cool.

David: i couldn't care less, Let him grumble all he wants like I give a fu-

Sarah: Language.

David: Sorry, still. I am not worried I'm the slightest.

Sarah: Uh-huh, sure. You're not at all worried.

David: Honestly I bet that this will be the meal to completely change his opinions on me.

Sarah: Really now?

David: yup, I can guarantee it.

Tom: Confident today ey, even after all that happened last couple of times?

David: Haha-.... don't remind me about last times.....

Ugh...

David's mind flashed back to the many failed attempts to impress Mr. Briggs, the old man's face twisted into a scowl as he rejected dish after dish.

Flashback 1:

David served up a plate of what he thought was a perfectly cooked omelet. Mr. Briggs poked at it with his fork, his eyes narrowing as if the eggs had personally offended him.

Briggs: Too rubbery. Tastes like something from a shoe factory!!

David: A... shoe factory? Seriously? HOW THE FUCK-

Flashback 2:

Another time, David and the team had put together a delicate vegetable stir-fry. They'd used the freshest ingredients they could find in the bunker's limited stores. But when Mr. Briggs took one bite, his face turned sour.

Briggs: Too bland. Did you even try seasoning this, or did you run out of salt in this whole damn bunker?

David: We used garlic, salt, pepper-what more do you want?

Briggs: Something actually edible!

David: HOW IS THAT NOT DAMN EDIBLE YOU MORO-

Flashback 3:

The third attempt had been a meatloaf, something hearty and filling. David had spent extra time making sure the sauce was just right. Mr. Briggs took a bite, chewed, and promptly pushed his plate away.

Briggs: Dry. And the sauce is like ketchup, not gravy. Do I look like someone who enjoys ketchup on his meat?

David: ... how can yo-....how tf can you hate ketchu-.... you know what, I GIVE UP!

End Flashbacks

David: ..... Yeah, okay, so maybe the last few times didn't go so well. But this time's different I can feel it in my malnourished bones!

Tom: Whatever you say, man. Just don't let the old man crush your soul again..

David: This is the one. I can feel it.

Sarah: I'll believe it when I see it.

Mr. Briggs approached the food line, inspecting each dish with a scowl deeper than usual. His knobby fingers grabbed a plate of scrambled eggs, string beans, and dumplings. He didn't say a word as he moved toward a table and sat down, his every movement deliberate.

The entire kitchen crew watched with bated breath, despite their earlier banter. Marco was practically bouncing on his feet, whispering to Tom

Marco: I'll bet he likes it this time. Those eggs are fluffy, I can feel it.

Tom: He's gonna tear it apart. Just watch.

David: he better stuff the meal down his face that shit tastes awesome, If he says that it's bad ill personally light this bunker on fire

Sarah: Oh boy...

Mr. Briggs took a forkful of eggs, his wrinkled face unmoving as he chewed. Then a bite of the dumplings. And then the string beans. The crew collectively held their breath as he swallowed, his face as unreadable as ever.

Briggs: .... Hmmm...

David muttered under his breath, feeling the weight of the old man's judgment.

Tom: ....

Sarah: ....

Marco: ....

David: ..... (Come on, just say it already..)

Finally, Mr. Briggs raised his fork, pointing it in the general direction of the kitchen. His voice was gruff, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

Briggs: Whoever cooked this...

The entire room went silent, waiting for the hammer to drop.

Briggs: ... has finally made something that doesn't taste like a tin can. This is genuinely the most edible thing I've ever eaten In my life.

David: ....

https://youtu.be/DdCjg1lX-Bc

Briggs: So, who has made this?

David: ... Uh- M-Me as per the usual.

Briggs: *looks over to david* Ah, Well isn't this a darn surprise. And here I was thinking that you have gotten replaced.

David: me, replaced. HA only in your dreams!

Briggs: Well I guess this must be sometype pf strangely happy nightmare then, haha.

David: will be the first of many!

Briggs: I hope so David. For the remainder of my life, I hope so

As Briggs went back to his meal David blinked, momentarily stunned by the rare praise then feeling Marcos hand wrap around his neck as he fist-pumped the air.

Marco: Yes!

Tom: Well, I'll be damned. The old man liked it.

Sarah: WOAH!

David, still processing, crossed his arms and leaned against the counter with a smirk.

David: Guess It's not as bad as you thought, huh, I told y'all that he would have liked it.

Marco: *grabs him and rubs his head* Haha ain't that great!

David: Ouch Ouch Ouch Ouch Ouch-

Sarah: Looks like you've got a fan, David. Don't let it go to your head tho.

David chuckled, feeling a small sense of accomplishment, though the weight of his earlier mood still clung to him. It was a fleeting victory, one that didn't change the monotony of life underground. But for now, it was something to hold onto.

David: ... well Alright, folks. Let's keep this train rolling. A chefs breakfast isn't gonna cook itself, common make something for yourselves alright?

The team returned to their tasks, but there was a noticeable lift in the air. Even in the bunker's endless cycle of days, small victories mattered. David couldn't help but smile, though the weight of the routine still pressed at the back of his mind. The residents ate in silence, but there was less grumbling today, a quiet contentment as they enjoyed their meal. for now, they had managed to brighten the day just a little

As they sat down for their own meal, Marco raised his fork.

Marco: To David, for saving breakfast! Maybe we won't all get sick of beans and dumplings after all.

Sarah: To David.

Tom: To David.

As the other chefs raised their forks for David he smiled, lifting his own fork to celebrate alongside his comrades.

David: Here's to surviving another hour.

All of them: Here's to surviving another hour!

....

Afterwards everyone went off to their own areas to live out of the rest of their day as the 4 individuals standed next to each other.

Tom: So, what are you all planning to do today?

Marco: listen to some beats

David: Reading some books.

Sarah: Make sure my kids are alright, and clean up my room.

Tom: Mann you all are boring as shit you know-

Marco: *chuckles* Listen, nobody can be a party animal like you, Tom.

Tom: Aren't you the one who's usually singing and causing a ruckus in the kitchen?

Marco: Okay but still Some of us, even me, like a quiet day. Not everything has to be exciting.

Sarah: *smirks* Besides, Tom, you know you're the one who's always dragging us into chaos. Some of us appreciate a little peace.

Tom: Tch, you'll regret it when I'm out there having the time of my life and you're stuck with your boring routines

David stood quietly as the others continued their banter, arms crossed, staring off into the distance. The conversation flowed around him, but his mind was elsewhere. The idea of going to the library to read sounded peaceful, but if he was being honest, it didn't excite him anymore. He felt a strange restlessness growing inside him, like something was missing from his usual routine. He had been telling himself that he just needed to focus, but truthfully, everything felt mundane lately.

David: (Why do I always choose the boring stuff? David thought, staring at the ground. Maybe Tom's right... maybe I should do something different for once...)

He sighed, trying to shake the feeling, when suddenly a loud noise broke his thoughts.

Tom: Yo, David!

David: H-Huh?

Tom: You in your own world, man? You good?

David: ... Yeah, yeah... just thinking.

Tom: Bet you were daydreaming about reading more books, huh?

Sarah: he was reading a book about the history of our world at the library once to be fair, when he was taking care of my kids.

Tom: Oh?

Marco: David, since when were you a babysitter?

David: ever since Sarah forced me into it -_-

Sarah: WHAAATTTT no I didn't

I totally didn't ;-;

David: Uh-huh.

Tom: (she totally did)

Marco: (she totally did)

Tom: on the other hand, soo ya wanna go back to the library now I'd assume

David: Not exactly... maybe I could use a change in scenery ya know?

Tom: Oh? Finally coming over to the fun side? Let's get into some trouble then, I have a great idea for ya dude!

David: wait really, What did you have in mind?

Tom: Oh, you're gonna love my idea then, trust me its gonna be spectacular. It will also benefit a few of you in the long run.

David: Alright, spit your shit.

Tom: Basically, As per the usual since we are entering spring the guys above have been extremely keen on protecting our food supply from the local wildlife and stuff, you know standard security measures for the surface-dwellers above.

David: Really now?

Tom: mhm. However due to a few ... .accidents.

Sarah: Accidents?

Tom: Yeah, Accidents. The number of men have slowly dwindled overtime so they are hiring new recruits and LUCKILY FOR YA BOY I happen to have been recruited into the squad and will begin my first mission tomorrow.

David: Oh co-

Tom: And you can come with me ^^

David raised an eyebrow at Tom, trying to process the sudden shift in the conversation.

David: Wait, me? You want me to come with you on this... mission?

Tom: Hell yeah! I need someone reliable, and you're the perfect guy for it. Besides, it'll break that boring routine of yours.

David: ... You sure about that? I don't know if I'm cut out for the whole 'protect the food supply' thing considering I'm not buff like you

Tom: Oh common man

Marco: Tom, dragging David into your chaos... classic.

David: I don't know man...

Tom: ughh....

.. Tom then looked over to Sarah and nudged his head to the side multiple times the female picking up on the signal and tried to encourage David to participate.

Sarah: I mean It could be good for you, David. A change of pace. Plus, if Tom's there, you'll at least get some entertainment out of it.

David: Are you seriou-

Sarah: Common David, it won't be that bad... right?

David: ...

David sighed, rubbing his temple. He was always the cautious one, preferring books to brawls, but something about the idea intrigued him. It wasn't his usual scene, but maybe that's exactly why he should try it.

David: Alright, fine. I'll come along. But if this ends up being a disaster, I'm holding you responsible, Tom.

Tom: Trust me, it'll be fun. Worst case, we'll just have some good stories to tell.

David chuckled under his breath, knowing full well that "fun" in Tom's dictionary often translated to chaos. But maybe a bit of chaos was just what he needs

Just then, the entire facility's lights began to flicker in and out multiple times confusing everyone and making them all get on guard.

Marco: What the hell is that?

Tom: Probably the generators are just acting up.

Sarah: I wouldn't be so sure

David: ...

The lights continued to flicker, casting eerie shadows across the room, while the air became thick with tension. A low, rumbling sound echoed through the facility, sending a chill down everyone's spine followed by strange reptilian noises seemingly coming from above that were barely audibly able to reach the people down below.

https://youtu.be/5nRgCabardA

Marco: No way, something's not right. That sound... it's coming from above..

Tom: You think it's...someone is trying to break in?

David: Not someone... something.

Sarah: And what could that possibly be?

Before She could finish, the rumble grew louder, and the floor above them vibrated slightly. Everyone exchanged nervous glances just then a loud sound of metal being bent, twisted and broken followed by the eerie sounds of red sirens playing in the background that alert everybody in the underground bunker almost immediately without a second thought

Sarah: Oh, No...

David: It's a break-in.

Sarah: W-We need to go to the lower levels or our rooms We're sitting ducks up here!

Tom: I need to get my Weapons. Now.

David: Weapons?

Tom: Yeah, I snuck one out while I was doing some training for the surface dwellers mission thing.

David: Yo-... that has to be illegal somehow.

Tom: Not in our situation it aint!

Just as Tom finished his sentence, a piercing voice crackled over the facility's intercom system. The red emergency lights continued to swirl, casting unsettling shadows across the bunker.

Intercom: "Attention all personnel. This is a Level 5 security alert. All residents must return to their quarters immediately. Lock your doors and do not engage with any unidentified entities. Repeat: return to your rooms and lock all access points immediately. This is not a drill."

The announcement repeated, growing more urgent with each repetition, echoing throughout the bunker as everyone exchanged frantic looks. The screech of twisted metal and distant reptilian growls above served as an ominous backdrop.

Sarah: ....... You heard it! We need to go now!

David: Stick together. We move fast, but we don't split up.

Tom: let's go No way I'm letting whatever's up there get the drop on us.

Marco: Let's go!

The bunker's eerie silence was now punctuated by the frantic footsteps of people rushing to their quarters, doors slamming shut, and locks clicking into place. Every second counted as the team hastily made their way down the corridors, the oppressive sense of danger weighing heavier with each step each separating along the way and eventually reaching their quarters where they hid in their rooms closing the doors and locking them up, As the group raced through the dimly lit corridors, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed, growing fainter as each member peeled off toward their respective quarters. Marco was the first to split off, offering a tense nod before disappearing around a corner. Tom followed next, gripping his weapon as he darted into his room and slammed the door shut.

Sarah: Be careful.

David: You too."

They separated at the next hallway, Sarah's footsteps fading as she hurried down her path. David finally reached his own door, heart pounding as the unsettling metallic screeches and low growls from above echoed faintly through the walls.

Each of them hurriedly locked their doors, their breaths heavy in the quiet isolation of their rooms. The oppressive silence of the bunker was now punctuated only by the distant mechanical hum of the facility, but even that felt too faint, too fragile.

Marco in his quarters simply hid underneath his bed to wait till the chaos passed

Tom, in his quarters, set his rifle on his lap, constantly glancing at the door as if expecting it to burst open at any second.

Sarah, hiding behind her bed, clutched her knees, listening intently for any signs of the intruder. Her mind raced, thoughts swirling about what kind of creature could have breached their secure bunker.

David leaned against the wall, keeping his eyes on the door, tension tightening his muscles as he waited, unsure what would come next.

The facility seemed to hold its breath as whatever was happening above slowly crept inside and then, the lights shutted down immediately.

David: Oh FUCK OFF, ugh... well, guess i gotta wait here for a long while.... ugh...

David looked around his room and then realized that his living quarters need to be fixed up and cleaned. He kicked aside some clothes as he moved to sit on the edge of his bed, deciding that if he survived whatever creature had breached the facility, he'd need to get serious about cleaning. The clutter wasn't helping his nerves if anything, it made the cramped space feel even more claustrophobic.

David: First thing after this I'm cleaning this place top to bottom. Can't be living in a pigsty if I'm gonna survive an apocalypse..

David sat motionless on his bed, listening to the unnerving silence that had settled over the bunker. His eyes darted around the dimly lit room, the emergency lights casting long shadows across the walls. Each passing second seemed to stretch into eternity as the only sound he could hear was his own anxious breathing.

Then, it came.

A faint, bird-like chirp echoed through the ceiling, followed by the unmistakable click of claws on metal. The sound was faint at first, as if the creature was prowling somewhere in the upper levels, but the noise grew louder, more persistent. David's heart rate quickened, a cold sweat forming on his brow. He stood up slowly, creeping towards the door of his room. He pressed his ear against it, hoping to get a better sense of the situation outside. The footsteps, how much clearer, reverberated through the facility like the measured beats of a war drum. There was no mistaking it now, something big, something predatory was inside the bunker, hunting and stalking for vulnerable targets.

David: (it's very birdlike in its call, it must be a deinonychus or maybe an oviraptor both options... would be terrible...pls let it be a fluke and be a Struthiomimus or a gallimimus the goddess above...)

The clicks and chirps of the creature's communication became more frequent, filling the cold, sterile hallways of the underground complex. There was an intelligence to the sounds, like the methodical movements of a predator stalking its prey, seeking out the most vulnerable target.

Suddenly, the creature's movements shifted, and a low scratching sound joined the clicking and chirping. It was sniffing, its claws dragging along the walls and floor, probing for signs of life. David imagined the sharp talons of the creature running down the corridor outside his door, moments away from tearing into him or any others that it would have found along the way.

David: (Oh, God... please don't come here... please...what is this damn thing outside?)

His mind raced. What kind of creature was this? From the bird-like calls to the heavy footfalls, it was clear this was no ordinary predator. A theropod he'd read enough about them in the facility's research logs, but this one seemed larger, more primal, as if it had been bred for killing, it wasn't a normally small dromaeosaur it was defined something if that belonged to that family perhaps

Just then, a deafening crash echoed through the bunker as something massive slammed into one of the metal doors down the hall. David jumped back from the door, his pulse thundering in his ears. The silence that followed was even more chilling, the calm before the storm.

The creature had found someone as they begged for it to spare them.

Mail man: N-No No no no no p-p-p-pls don't, I have so much to live for pls!!

David: (Oh god no....oh no.... Not the mailman, not the damn mailman why did it have to be him...)

Mail man: I DON'T WANT TO DIE, I HAVE A DAUGHTER AND A WIFE WAITING FOR ME IN ANOTHER BU-

A bloodcurdling scream tore through the air, followed by a horrifying cacophony of wet, violent sounds flesh being torn, bones snapping like brittle twigs. The chomping and crunching noises were sickeningly loud, accompanied by the creature's growls and slashes of its claws and he could hear it kicking the mailman into pieces while digging into his fleshy mounds. David felt the bile rise in his throat as his stomach churned. Someone had just been ripped apart in the same hallway where he stood not moments ago. David's legs threatened to give way beneath him, but he forced himself to stand still. He had to think. There was no point in running; the creature would hear him. It would track him down in an instant, just as it had done with its latest victim.

David: (I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm so fucking dead, this is how I freaking die ain't it. Yep, I'm 100 percent utterly and unconditionally fucked. I'm gonna get ripped to shreds by whatever that fucking thing was or IS.)

The echoes of frantic footsteps filled the hall outside as a squad of guards rushed in, their boots pounding on the floor as they neared the scene of carnage. David could hear the heavy thuds of their boots as they formed a perimeter around the creature the creature itself seemingly turning around and hissing at them in order to ger them away from its kill.

Guard: LIGHT IT UP, BOYS!

Guard 1: ENGAGE!!!!

The sounds of gunfire erupted, bullets ripping through the air as the guards opened fire. Muzzle flashes lit up the corridor like a strobe, momentarily drowning out the darkness. Shouts of orders and the whir of automatic weapons filled the space as the guards attempted to take down the intruder.

Guard 2: DON'T LET THE CREATURE GET AWAY!

The beast let out a furious, high-pitched screech, louder than anything David had ever heard. It echoed through the entire facility, shaking the walls and making the floor beneath his feet vibrate. The creature was enraged, wounded, but not deterred.

Guard 3: FIRE IN THE HOLE, USE A ROCKER LAUNCHER AND BLAST THIS THING AWAY!!!

David: (what the fu-?)

A deafening explosion followed, sending tremors through the bunker as a rocket launcher went off hitting the creature points blank range and causing flames and exploded debris to explode out into he hallways. David's hands flew to his ears as the shockwave rattled his bones. That attack was brutal, chaotic, and disorienting.

But then, it all stopped. Silence.

David stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest. For a brief, fleeting moment, he thought the guards had won, that the nightmare was over. But then, amidst the ringing in his ears, he heard it again the soft, deliberate clicks and chirps of the creature, unbothered, continuing its hunt. The guards hadn't stopped it; they had only angered it.

Guard 4: ..... Lord have mercy.... We are...surely... dead now...

More screams filled the hallway. David could hear the guards being torn apart one by one, their frantic shouts for backup quickly silenced by the brutal force of the creature's jaws. The sound of flesh being ripped, the sickening crunch of bones, and the gurgling cries of the dying filled the air once more. David pressed his back against the wall, inching further from the door. He needed to hide, to stay quiet, but his entire body was trembling with fear. Every muscle screamed at him to flee, but he knew it would only draw the creature to him faster. The only option left was to wait, to hope that it wouldn't find him.

Time stretched endlessly in the silence that followed. The creature continued moving through the facility, its bird-like calls growing more sporadic, as if it were searching, hunting. David's eyes darted around the dark room. His mind raced with thoughts of escape, but there was no way out not without encountering the monster. He could still hear the faint sounds of scratching and clicking outside, closer now.

Then, a soft thud echoed through the walls, followed by another, and another. Heavy footsteps approached his door, the creature's clicking growing louder with each step. David's breath hitched in his throat. It was coming. He forced himself to move, crawling silently to the far side of the room, away from the door. He crouched behind a small desk, making himself as small as possible, his back pressed against the cold wall. His heart was hammering so loud he feared the creature could hear it.

The footsteps stopped right outside his door.

David's blood ran cold. He could hear the creature breathing now, a soft, raspy inhale followed by a wet, guttural exhale. It was sniffing the air, testing for signs of life inside. The door creaked as something heavy pressed against it, and the faint scratching of claws on metal sent shivers down David's spine.

David: (Please... please don't...)

The creature's talons scraped slowly against the door, almost playfully, as if it was toying with him. David clenched his fists, trying to suppress the panic rising in his chest. His mind raced with thoughts of what to do, but nothing came. He was trapped. Then, with a sudden and terrifying burst of force, the door bent inward, the metal screeching as it gave way under the pressure of the creature's claws. David's heart lurched in his chest. The door was now destroyed, not even hanging loosely on its hinges as the creature looked inside making different calls and sounds.

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David: (PLEASE WHY ME OF ALL PEOPLE WHY ME OF ALL PEOPLE!?!?!)

A massive, clawed foot stepped through the opening, followed by the rest of the creature's body. In the dim emergency lighting, David caught his first glimpse of it, a monstrous, feathered theropod, a creature belonging to the dromaeosaur family and was one of its largest members the terrifying animal stood at around 6–7 meters (20–23 ft) long and typically weighing less than 500 kilograms (1,100 lb), though some specimens may have exceeded 770 kilograms (1,700 lb) in ancient times, its feathery scales interspersed with patches of jagged, oily feathers. Its beady red eyes scanned the room, its long snout twitching as it sniffed the air. The creature was unlike anything David had ever seen. Its elongated jaws were lined with razor-sharp teeth, stained with the blood of its previous victims...it was..

David: .... (Utahraptor...)

Now with its body modifications, This colossal version of the Utahraptor weighs approximately 3.3 tons, 10 meters (33 feet) in length, and 2.3 meters (7.5 feet) tall when standing upright at the hip, a truly terrifying bird indeed. It moved with a predatory grace despite its size, each step deliberate, calculated steps. David pressed himself against the wall, his body trembling uncontrollably. He was barely breathing, his eyes wide with terror as the creature's gaze swept across the room. For a moment, it seemed to pause, as if it had caught his scent. Then, the creature let out a low, rumbling growl. It turned its head toward the desk where David was hiding.

???: ... krr...

David: (*gulps*...)

???: .... *walks over to where he is* ... grrr...krr...

David: (I'm fucking, DEAD....)

David's pulse quickened. He was out of time; he stood there terrified as the creature then walked over to where he was David shaking nervously in terror, It then looked below and the both of them stared at each other for a moment.... everything was now just still. Man and beast, frozen in a silent exchange, an unspoken challenge hanging heavy in the air. David could feel his breath catch, the primal instinct to run fighting against the paralyzing terror that rooted him to the spot and the raptor was filled with curiosity and the way to kill this human already but it chose not to.

???: ...

David: *nervously shakes in place*

???: ... kkk...

David: ... p-pls n-no...

???: ... Grrr ....

David: ..... i-i got nothing to s-serve t-t-to y-you..

???: .....

David: ....

It chose to spare him, going back up and leaving him alone. Not out of pity or love, but by some type of instinct inside of itself that it didn't know too much about. It had enough food to serve it by now, it doesn't need anymore... so it just turned around and headed towards the door to escape and slip away into the shadows, as David watched the creature start walking away something got him to try and communicate with the beast

David: HEY!

...

the creature was interrupted turning around to face him.

David: m-my name is david, y-y-you...w-why did you kill us, w-why are you here!?!

....

A low growl rumbled from the creature's throat, echoing through the stillness. It tilted its head slightly, almost as if it were considering his words then in response it began to change into something more sociable to the person in front of it, David watched, rooted in place, as scales softened, claws shortened, and feathers melted into skin. Before him now stood a female human, a tall, lean figure with piercing eyes that still held that same predatory gleam

The Utahraptor took a few steps closer, observing David with an intensity that made his skin crawl. Its voice, when it finally spoke, was low and even, carrying an unnatural calm and almost innate change to the situation that David didn't really expect since usually this NEVER happens.

???: ... Feed ...

David: B-But... you killed us... so many... without a second thought!

???: .... self defense ...

David: T-then why us...Why come all the way down here for us and not hunting something elsewhere!!

???: .... Your needs, my needs...

David: Then don't you dare come back here or e-

The creature then in the blink of an eye was right in front of him, David jumped back in shock, extremely terrified, the utahraptor then let out a low, rumbling chuckle, a chilling sound that sent a fresh wave of dread through David. It took a slow, deliberate step forward, its talons clicking against the ground with a menacing rhythm. David flinched, but the raptor didn't attack; instead, it tilted its head, studying him with a look that seemed almost... amused. Its eyes gleamed with an unsettling playfulness, like a cat watching a mouse it had no intention of killing just yet.

The creature leaned in, its snout inches from David's face, letting out a soft hiss that made his skin crawl. Its breath was warm, smelling faintly of blood and earth, and David's pulse raced, his legs screaming at him to run. But he was frozen, caught under the raptor's gaze. Then, with a sudden flick of its head, it snapped its jaws close to his shoulder, missing him by mere inches. David jumped, letting out a choked gasp, which only seemed to amuse the creature more. It backed up a step, tilting its head again, as if inviting him to try and flee, knowing he wouldn't get far. The creature's low growl bubbled up into what sounded almost like laughter, and it raised one claw, tracing it slowly through the air near his face, never quite touching him. Every time David flinched, the raptor's eyes sparkled, clearly reveling in the effect it had on him. it growled, its voice like gravel, a hint of mockery in its tone. It circled him slowly, each movement measured, each look calculated to keep him on edge. It wasn't in any hurry it seemed to enjoy dragging this out, savoring the terror written plainly across David's face.

David's pulse was a drumbeat in his ears as the creature prowled around him, its predatory eyes never leaving his face. The raptor seemed to delight in each shiver and flinch, each tiny giveaway of his terror. It leaned closer once again, jaws parted just enough for David to see those sharp teeth, glistening in the dim light. Its breath ghosted over his skin, and he recoiled, feeling as if he could almost hear the cruel amusement beneath each heavy exhale. With a sudden movement, the raptor snapped its jaws shut just beside his arm, the air crackling with the force. David stumbled back, his heart leaping into his throat, but a low, vibrating growl stopped him in his tracks. The creature lifted one clawed foot, stretching its talons just close enough to his chest to make him feel the scrape of air against his shirt, daring him to make a move.

???: Go...on.

it rasped, the words drawn out with slow, mocking patience.

???: Run....

David felt a surge of defiance through the fear, clenching his fists as he tried to muster the strength to do something, anything, but his voice came out as barely a whisper.

David: W-what do you w-want n-now...?

The raptor's eyes glimmered with a dark delight, as if pleased he was finally speaking. It leaned in close again, its face mere inches from his, and tilted its head as though deep in thought. For a moment, it seemed to ponder his question, then gave a chilling, toothy grin.

???: Fun...

it murmured, trailing one talon down the air in front of his face

???: hunter...must.... defend.... if..... antagonized, don't...you...think?

It circled him again, nudging him with its shoulder in a way that seemed almost casual, as if it had no need to worry about him running anymore. Every step, every low growl, was crafted to keep him exactly where it wanted him helpless, trembling, entirely at its mercy.

The raptor stopped just behind him, it's hot breath seeping down his neck, making every hair on his body stand on end. It let out a low, menacing chuckle.

???: Hehe..

David swallowed hard, his throat dry, every instinct screaming at him to flee, but his feet felt rooted to the spot. The raptor circled once more, as if making a final assessment, its gaze flicking up and down with that same strange, unsettling curiosity. Then, to his surprise, it backed up a step, tilting its head with an expression that almost seemed contemplative.

The raptor huffed, letting out a low, almost resigned growl, and flicked its tail dismissively. It was as if the thrill of the chase, the taste of his fear, had been enough for it. The creature took another step back, pausing just a moment, as if it wanted him to understand the decision it was making.

???: Lucky...

it murmured, the words dripping with both threat and strange mercy.

???: Today....not...that...hungry...

David's eyes widened as he realized what was happening. His body relaxed just a fraction, though his heart still pounded painfully in his chest. The creature let out a long, rumbling sigh, something that almost sounded disappointed, but it held his gaze one last time, as if to drive home just how easily it could have chosen differently.

David: I... I don't understand...

The raptor's lip curled in a slight smirk, an expression that seemed almost amused by his confusion.

???: No...success...without...self...injury....here...

it said, its voice low but laced with a hint of something he could only interpret as restraint.

???: You're...not....worth it...Another....Time...

Then it walked off once it heard more guards coming to intercept it leaving David there contemplating the situation that he was just in. turning back to its dinosaur form and going to grab its snack before running away with more gunshots and firing being heard throughout the hallways. David just stood them, completely shocked by what had just happened

David: ... What the ....

Hours later, the hallway was a scene of ruin and chaos, evidence of the creature's raw strength and calculated malice in every shattered surface and gouged wall. Fluorescent lights flickered sporadically, casting eerie shadows over deep claw marks slashed into the walls and floors, leading down the corridor in a jagged, erratic path. Blood spatter was dried and dark on the floor, mixed with scattered belongings of guards who'd tried unsuccessfully to stand in its way.

Emergency teams and forensics crews moved methodically, photographing the scene, bagging evidence, speaking in hushed voices filled with a reverence bordering on fear. Shell casings glinted under the harsh light, some partially embedded in the walls from the last desperate firefight. Where the raptor had grabbed its final "snack," a smear of blood and a half-destroyed crate lay abandoned, the rest of the room in disarray from the creature's swift, vicious feeding. David stood at a distance, watching the scene, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He'd gone over the events again and again in his mind, replaying every glance, every taunt, every last word the creature had spoken. It had been terrifying, yes. Horrifying, even. He could still feel the phantom chill of its breath on his skin, the depth of its gaze, like something ancient and predatory appraising his worth.

David: ...

Sophie: David, y-you're alright?!

David: .. yeah, i'm fine.

Sophie: Are you hurt, i heard that the creature bursted into your room. How did you even survive!?!

David: .... Just luck i guess

Sophie: Oh dear.. D-do you need to go to therapy after that? Maybe check in with a medical officer?

David: ... no, i'm fine. I just... feel..

Sophie: Feel what?

David: .... Alive .... For the very first time ...

Sophie: ..W-what?

David: ... you know what, that new thing that tom told me the join sounds even more tempting now

Sophie: ... yeah, you need therapy. My friend.

Sophie then went and grabbed David in order to bring him towards the therapy area, But beneath the fear and shock, something else stirred, something he couldn't quite explain. A strange thrill a dangerous excitement spread through his chest. He found himself grinning, just a little, as he looked at the chaos left behind. The raw power, the intelligence, the way it had toyed with him... He couldn't help but wonder if he'd been given a glimpse into something far beyond ordinary human comprehension. The idea of another encounter, a chance to prove himself whether to outwit, survive, or something else entirely left him with a sense of purpose he hadn't felt in years. For the first time, he found himself looking forward to what might come in the future