The Bunker

please, don't let us die here.

"You realize we're trespassing on private property right?" Amara grumbled as we picked our way through an abandoned field in the middle of the night.

"Well it wouldn't be trespassing if it was public property now would it?" Dylan retorted.

I heard Quinn snicker behind me. It was just another average night out with Dylan. 

While most college students liked to party themselves into a stupor on a night out, Dylan preferred getting into trouble instead. He was a textbook adrenaline junkie.

The last time we'd gone out, we had ended up trapped inside some rich jock's boat with one of Dylan's infamous "treasure maps" and a flashlight. Dylan insisted that the boat had previously belonged to some old pioneer family. He claimed that they had lined the walls of the boat with the gold they had looted during the time of the colonies.

Of course we didn't really believe any of this stuff, most of it was ludicrous, at best, but I guess we enjoyed the rush of adrenaline too every now and then.

Needless to say, we didn't find anything, and we had to break a window to escape after someone had accidentally tripped an alarm. We'd also had to swim 5 miles back onto the shore.

The boat break in was reported on the local news, and we all had a cold for 2 weeks. Luckily for us, that was the only thing that went wrong with that bad idea.

We didn't mind, of course, as long as we didn't end up in jail then we were game most of the time.  We all knew it was nonsense, but it didn't stop us from feeling like "Scooby Doo" characters whenever we went snooping around.

The adrenaline rush that came with dark places, strange noises and getaway plans was definitely worth it. Better than a hangover any day. Hey, don't judge us okay? I never said we were normal.

"Okay this is it" Dylan whispered coming to a halt and shining his torch light onto a patch of grass in front of him. I could see him double checking his latest "treasure map".

"Okay, now what do we do?" I asked trying to see if there was any sign of a "gold mine" coming from the designated grass patch.

"Now, we dig. Q, shovels," Dylan motioned to us. Quinn's face came into the light, his knuckles white from the vice like grip he had on the metal shafts of the shovels he was clutching.  He handed me one and kept the other.

"Wait," I protested. "Why do we dig and you do nothing?"

Dylan sighed loudly, "Because I am the brains of this operation. You two are the muscles."

"What about me?" Amy asked.

"You're the lookout." he replied. Amy rolled her eyes dramatically but did not protest.

Quinn and I nodded at each other in agreement held our shovels steady then started to dig at the spot that Dylan's flashlight was pointing at.

We dug for what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes. I reminded myself to go to the gym more often as the muscles in my arms started to protest. Quinn, of course, was totally fit and not looking like he was in any pain whatsoever. Show off.

"Honestly, this plan is stupid. What if someone hears these two hacking at the ground like amateur grave robbers?" Amy's loud whisper cut into my jealous musings.

"Firstly, there is nothing out here for miles and secondly if someone does come out here, then we run. Guys, dig faster." Dylan sounded nonchalant but I could see his eyes darting around furtively.

"Well that doesn't sound like a very well thought out plan, in fact I think..." Amy was grumbling, arms crossed and eyes flashing, when all of a sudden our shovels hit something solid with a loud thud.

"Oh my...we found it!" I squealed.

Quinn and I scrambled to the ground and pushed at the mess of herb and soil with our hands, shoving it away to reveal a wooden trap door. Okay, so Dylan was right about whatever this was, which instead of being a relief was oddly terrifying and exhilarating.

"Oh my...." Dylan trailed off looking just as surprised as we were by the discovery. 

All four of us fell on our knees and scrambled closer to the trap door, fingers bumping into each other as we tried to push the remaining dirt away.

"I can't believe it! Oh my god, I didn't think we'd actually find it...I mean we usually don't find anything." Dylan was practically hysterical. That comment earned him a withering look from Amy who was always the first to try and end any of his mischievous plans.

We tried to pull at the wood, hoping that some of it had at least begun to rot, being underground and all, but to no avail. In fact the door was pretty solid and looked like it was reinforced with metal underneath. Next, we tried to pound at it, which again, was entirely useless and made way too much noise. We were still trespassing after all, even if we were in the middle of nowhere with nothing around us for miles.

"This is stupid. For all we know this could be some old underground silo and we are totally wasting our time." I said utterly frustrated with the wooden trap door and its rather unexpected invincibility.

"Yeah, or we could be standing on top of a World War II genetic mutation research center." Dylan said eyes wide, practically screeching the last few words. Oh my gosh, this guy was crazy. Where did I find these people? And more importantly, what did that say about me? Right now, it said that I was out of my mind and possibly had a death wish. I was seriously beginning to have second thoughts about this whole night. 

"Look Dylan, it's almost midnight and we're in the middle of nowhere. This is not safe, and I don't know if you've noticed but Q here is the only person who can run fast and has some semblance of muscle on him."

"I can take care of myself!" Amy protested looking up from her position crouched next to Quinn by the trap door. Quinn grunted in response to that but didn't take his eyes off the door.

"Okaaay well if we get caught, you can win them over with pale skin, sarcasm and natural charm" Dylan replied grinning at me wickedly. I sighed dramatically, but he was right. I was overreacting. I was just about to settle down onto the grass when a loud popping sound came from the direction of the trap door. Dylan and I scrambled, or rather crawled, over frantically. The wooden trap door was open, light and steam pouring out of it, which, disturbingly enough, wasn't the strangest thing about it. There was also a faint whirring sound coming from the hole in the ground and something that sounded like TV static.

"Crap." Dylan whispered reverently. "We did it guys. We actually found it."

"Looks like we did huh." Quinn stated matter of factly.

I honestly wasn't sure I needed to say anything else. To be honest, I didn't really have anything to add. For once. Apparently, Amy was of the same point of view.

Crap indeed.

I didn't know if it was just a gut feeling, but I somehow knew that we had either stumbled onto something that would make our lives extraordinary, or we were not going to come out of this night alive.

Either way, change was in the air. You could feel the shift, the cold caress of fear and curiosity leaving us with goosebumps in the warm summer air.

Oh dear god, please don't let us die here.

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