The Lesson

The Bunker

The rain fell as thunder clapped in the distance. The forest was scary in the day but at night with a storm raging it was like it was plucked straight from a horror movie. This forest may look ominious but the fact is, you shouldn't be afraid. Apart from one boy. He lay on the cold floor, in a dank bunker. He felt the freezing, damp walls in the hope that they'd just fall away, freening him. The wound on the top of his head still throbbed even though it was inflicted on him 2 days ago. Suddenly he heard someone outside, unlocking the wooden doors.  A hooded figure swung the doors open and threw in a sandwich and a small bottle of water. Brendon stared his captor in the eyes and then the bunker doors quickly slammed shut. Brendon darted for them and tried to force them open but the captor was strong. They hooked the lock around the door handles and clicked it shut. The person walked away, leaving Brendon as he screamed.