(UNDER EDITING) The Runaways of Westville

2|| Bombs Away.

"That's a good question actually Rowan, where are we gonna stay?" Vi muttered getting up and checking his pack.

"What about that urban legend?" Micheal suggested with a shrug.

"Which one? The one about the murder tunnel because I have to break it to you we're already here Micheal, or the countless other ones revolving curses and secret bunkers," Rowan laughed a little and Vi laughed reminiscing the memories of discovering the tunnel only to find out it's only full of huge crickets.

"The one about the abandon military base from World War 2," Micheal thought a moment.

"That's the one that's least likely to happen Jade, if any of them were true it's probably the one about the curse involving old ladies like the one who died in your house before you got it," Rowan pointed out with a laugh.

"That's something I wanted to forget Rowan, but seriously we could look for it, the tunnel was real so we should look for the base, it might not be military but it could still exist right? Then we could stay there and try to figure out a way to the grocery stores in Sailport or we could try for Holt since that's closer but you both live in Holt so that might not be a good idea," Micheal rambled on about the logistics of actually making it to Sailport.

"It won't hurt to look especially since I'm not chill with vibing with the crickets tonight," Rowan laughed out a joke to which cracked up the entire group. They set out searching until nightfall to which Micheal sat down on the forest floor.

"Well shit. We're lost and there's no shelter seemingly for miles, what do we do?" Rowan sighed with exhaustion as Micheal sat down next to her.

"Well we either settle down somewhere and get eaten by mountain lions or we keep searching until we find say a cliff or something high up that one of us can view from as a guard," Vi sighed sitting down with what sounded like hollow metal, "Ow what the hell?!"

The other two looked over to them as they spread the leaf-litter and dirt away to reveal a rusted metal hatch, Micheal staring in amazement.

"Holy shit it's real!" He squealed in happiness getting up and trying to turn the hatch open. It creaked in defiance and refused to open but he kept trying and Micheal got up trying to open it as well, with an unspoken agreement the trio tried to open the hatch.

With a loud scree it finally opened, it was an abyssal black tunnel that seemed to go down forever inside the hatch with no ladder in sight to escape to if anything was truly down there. The dark of the hatch called to Micheal though he knew if he answered it, it would likely not be very pretty.

"What do you reckons down there?" Rowan quickly asked, sounding breathless.

"Lets hope it's not explosives or dangerous gasses," Vi reaches their arm down the hatch as far as it would go reaching to see if he could touch anything. Nothing. Just the abysmal black.

"Hold on, did any of us bring a flashlight?"  Micheal murmured, staring down into the black along with everyone else crowding the hatch.

"Wait a minute, I think I did," Vi started digging through their bag aggressively for a moment as darkness fell upon the trio, with a wide smile he pulled out a flashlight and turned it on aiming it into the dark. With curious stares the three peeked over the edge down into the hatch.

Vi dropped their flashlight with a shriek, Micheal pulled away from the hatch backing up into the nearest tree and Rowan tore herself away from the hatch holding her hand over her mouth to keep herself from screaming.

Inside the bunker was a bomb, a monumentally sized one at that. One that without a doubt could easily destroy Westville and the surrounding areas possibly even reaching Holt. Fear was struck deep into the three, they knew that it was always a possibility but a possibility that was terrifying but at the same time, almost like a way to purge their old lives away from them. Micheal shivered thinking of the explosion that would follow if that bomb decided to go off.