5 Days Later
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Lebanon Kansas- 4 Miles

Only 20 more minuets to go. I've been thinking, I still don't understand why Sean did what he did, now I never will.

25 Minuets Pass

Why their bunker had to be in the middle of no where, I don't understand, nor love. My bike is not meant for gravel roads damn it! I'm swerving all over the place.

I reach a building, it looks like an old, decrepit factory. Was this really the bunker?

"I can only imagine the inside." I rolled my eyes, as I got off my bike I noticed that there was no car out in front. Or, anywhere.

"Oh." I dragged on the o. "I should probably park a little ways away."

I got back on my bike and got off about a mile down the road.

"Well, if this was a book, I think this would be a filler."

I walked the mile back, duffel bag on my shoulder, backpack on my other, and cradling this horrible whiskey in my right arm.

"I look like a god damn alcoholic hitchhiker." I smiled.

I made my way to the front of the "factory" and noticed it needed a key, fortunately Jay gave me one of the keys that works on all bunkers across the world. We did all work together at one point after all.

I fished it out of my back pocket, taking extra care not to drop my booze.

"Ah yes, would be such a shame if I dropped this. Gone but never forgotten, cause this shit sucks."

With a creak, the thick door opened into...dark. I gathered myself and walked right on in.

After a few minutes of shuffling in the dark like I was at a 8th grade prom, I found the light and let em' loose.

A few flickers and the light came to life, I looked around to see that this place, though may have occupants, has been left untouched.

Winding staircases, ancient lord books, architecture and carvings, this place had withstood the test of time. And by god did it pass with flying colours.

In what I assumed was the library, I set my bags down and put the whiskey into the duffle bag. I grabbed my phone and sat down at the table, gun at the ready in case they were hostile. Though I hoped they weren't, I really did want their help. As "savage" as the British said they'd be, I doubt it.

"If that's how it is, I'm no princess either." I smirked.

I paused for a few moments letting the silence envelop me.

"I seem to talk to myself a lot." I finished, looking through my phone.

I love being able to have social media as long as I don't post anything. It's soo great, I creep on people I wish I could be, but nope, not aloud to do the same.

Reason being is that people can't know what I do, besides that, I'm not the polices, FBI's, or the governments favourite ax murderer.

It's not my fault that they're always around when they're not supposed to be.

I started to drum my fingers on the table, this was taking way longer that expected. Hell, I didn't even expect them to be gone.

I huffed in annoyance.

"Fucking hell." I muttered.

The thought of food inevitably crossed my mind, they live here, they should have food right?

I stood up from the table and wandered down the hall, upon finding a kitchen of sorts, I stared in awe as it was nicer than my own at home.

"Oh, are you kidding me?"

I ran my hands along the granite countertop.

"Almost a hundred years and yet they still have a better kitchen than I do."

I opened the fridge, it was..well... not much different than I expected for two testosterone filled men. Boxes of leftovers from various places. The crowd favourites seemed to be Chinese and Burgers. But, all have since gone bad.

In the back of the fridge, there was a sight for sore eyes. A perfect pie with only one slice into it. I grabbed a plate and the pie from the fridge.

Upon setting it on the counter, I felt a pang of guilt. Did I really want to do this? It doesn't seem like I big deal, but if these boys are anything like me, me taking a bite of their pie would be enough for them to slit my throat.

I put the plate back and the pie as well.

If this works out how I want, then I'll get another chance at that pie.

6 Hours Later

"I can't take much more of this!" I screamed out into the bunker.

I slammed my head onto the library table, groaning in anger and frustration.

"There must be something keeping them." I balled up my fists. "And it better be fucking important."

20 Minuets Later

My face was hardening with so much anger, another minute and I was going to start kicking ass and taking names.

I heard the familiar creak of the door, and my face lit up before I realized that this could now go one of two ways. Get what I want, or die trying.

I heard voices, two men.

I sighed and got comfortable.

It's showtime.