Bunker 39

Chapter 1

The Davis household was quiet Saturday morning. 

A man was eating soggy cereal slowly and reading the paper, seemingly calm, but was actually tense. A small boy was sprawled on the floor of the large living room, doodling on crumpled sheets of leftover binder paper. A mother, looking quite young for her actual age, brushed an oversized comb in the mousy hair of the frail girl, who was saring straight at the wall in front of her. Her eyes were set on one thing, but her mind was set on a million. I know this because I am that girl.

My mother gave me a hearty smile as I got up, my hair freshly braided. We both look at the clock together. 10:54 AM. They would be here soon, and I wasn't ready at all. She gave me a hesitant kiss on the cheek before whispering, "Youll be fine, I know it." I went to hug my father at the table. He did not speak to me, I knew if he did he would not know what would come out of his mouth. Thomas, now up from the floor, wrapped himself around my leg. "I'll miss you Camryn," he said quietly, burying his tiny head into my jeans. I smiled and ruffled his hair. "I'll miss you too," I replied. The doorbell rang. Everyone's head turned and my father patted me on the back and nodded, as if to tell me he was okay, and I should go and open it.

My feet thudded ominously as I walked down the hall. I opened the door slowly to be greeted by two men, dressed head to toe in white, with the exception of deep black sunglasses. One man took out a tablet. "Camryn Anne Davis?" he asked. I swallowed my fear. "This is she," I replied cooly. His friend motioned for me."Please step inside the vehicle, Miss Davis, we will report to you shortly," he said. I walked down the cobblestone steps and put my hand on the silver handles of the sleek, black car. I turned. So did they. Tablet-man cleared his throat.

"Please step inside the vehicle, Miss Davis."

They both walked inside my house as I got inside the car. The interior was a gorgeous tan color, and smelled faintly of leather and blood. Never a good combination. The men came back outside, with paper in their hands. While one climbed into the drivers seat, the other opened my door and pulled out a swiss army knife. "Now hold still, Miss Davis, I promise this won't hurt," he said coldly, while slicing the  pale film that is my skin. Red liquid pooled at the top and the man pulled out a bag waiting for a stray stream to fall in. Once it happened, he wiped the rest away with a cloth and slid into the passenger seat. The ignition started and I'd have liked to think that my house was the one moving away from me, not the car. That I chose to remain, but it wanted to leave. Not the other way around.

After a few moments of silence the driver talked in a firm voice.

"Miss Davis, I pressume you know the delicacy of the bunker matter?"

I nodded, hoping he saw me.

"Would I need to explain it to you so you are clear, Miss Davis?"

Silence. But he went on.

"The bunker you are assigned to is top secret. No one, not even your family, can know what bunker you are in. Each bunker is in a discreet location and this location is only known to the Elders and the government. You will have 5 people sharing the bunker with you. No lound talking is allowed among you. You will not be seen outside your bunker as any way the location is given out, every one in the bunker will be in grave danger. Do you understand, Miss Davis?"

I nodded, but I was assured he saw me as the drive was completely quiet, except for the occasional roar of the engine.

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The car pulled up to a tall, sky-kissing tower in a line of several other identical cars. Both men got out and stood next to my door as I did the same. Glass double doors allowed me to see my reflection, a pale and shaky girl about to be whisked away. Once inside, one of the men gave the mysterious peices of paper to a young woman at the front desk. She nodded to them and both men put one arm on my shoulder and led me to the elevator.