Walter, deprived of sunlight, stares up to the rusted iron lid, securing the shelter. Trevor notices this, "unusual behavior."
"walter, you know that whatevers out there, has got to contain atleast one thing of use to us, maybe even other survivors!"
Walter glances downwards towards trevors shadowy figure. Inhales deeply, and sighs...
He stands up, Trevor is suprised and Cheerfully smiles, asif this small act as enthusiasm may lead to leaving the bomb shelter. "do you truly believe that leaving may contain a better life for us?"
"of course, who wouldn't," replied Trevor.
"....then lets go."
Trevor Immediately stands and cheerfully ambles towards the tall, rotted ladders, that lead to the exit of the shelter.
"you first, walter," insists trevor.
"Thank you."
