Welcome To The: BUNK

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        The cold uneven rugged terrain of the enclave entrance dug into my palms and knees threatening to open old healed wounds. My back was somewhat protected from the jagged concert spikes from my bag.  Up ahead by a few feet was the tall form of Bruce pulling him self forward. His shoes so offten lurching back to kick my arm or shoulders as he forced his large form forward. His back and exposed skin getting the worse of the damages from the concert walls.

"Your going so slow, Travis can move faster then that, and he's triple your size!" I hissed out halfy in pain, as his forcful leg slipped and kicked at my already bruised shoulder. I punched at his foot in respounce, and wanting to throw a loose pebble at the back of his head, but I didnt. Bruce halted, pausing our scurried movments, trying to crawl in this tunnle.

"Your attitude is not helping Clarina, I suggest you keep it to your self" Bruce ordered, then began to move again, slower this time.

"What ever, Doctor"

"Clare!" Bruce barked. It's only been a few minutes since we last yelled and made up with each other, I dont think that scenario was going to last long.

   "Keep going, dont stop. At the end of the tunnle there will be a drop off, brace your self" i whispered knowing he would hear my words bounce off the jagged walls. He nodded his head as we passed the turn, half way there. Dim light lit the tunnle as we neared the drop off. Bruce slowled down as he reached the end.

"There is a pile of boxs below the drop off, just fall" Bruce nodded his head twice as if unsure. He claimed out with a startled yell as he fell forward. The sound of his body landing into the ild boxs scent a small shiver of pride to bloom in my center.  Moving forward i claimed out best i could not to land on my head, or anything sore. The old boxs weren't the softest thing to land on but they did some justice.

"Here let me help you" Bruce offered standing over me arms out to catch mine. moving past him, I ignored the gesture my mind set on putting my plan for a better furture into action. Rolling out of the box pile, i stood up and dusted off.

"So this is the great enclave, im impressed. This is incredible" Bruce praised from besides me.

"I thought you said you knew about the enclave?"

" I do, but that doesnt mean I've never seen it, just heard about it. Rumors" he answered turning in a full circul taking it all in visually and mentally.

"Watch your step there's rats down here"

"Thats understandable considering the fact, that the vile rodent lived on many levels of the compound  facilty. I only imagen that the robent would be here on this secret compartment as well. They're disgusting creatures much like the cockaroach" he rambled pointlessly, knowledge of mice and rats spilled from his loose lips. Know looking at the ground not cut off by hanging tattered plastic tarps. I rolled my eyes at his remarks, the great Bruce Biswas afraid of rats, clearly he's never crawled thru a bunk airvent, or any air vent by that matter.

"Shut up." I snapped. Bruce turned his head down to catch my eyes, his jaw twitched as his demeter changed the air around his a little less warmer. Noise echoed around the large concert room with worn tan tiles, that we're probably white before. The noise was impossible to pin point, but from logic I'd say the noise originated from some where in the middle.

"Tip. You made it!" a voice called stepping out of the plastic maze. The very short dark skinned, black curly haired form of Benji stood before us.

"Do you have a plan?" he questioned running up. His spirits high and excited for a answer.

"Yeah, i have a plan"