The Phantom

Breaking News

"Hello my name is Angela ".

"And my name is James".

"And your watching Global News" they said at once.

"A  government bunker has been flooded yesterday" announced Angela as she turned away from James and faced the camera.

"People around the neighborhood have told us that they heard screaming as it happened which makes us wonder if anyone was trapped in there" continued James.

"Well that's the only information we have so far we will check back as soon as we know more" finished Angela.

The cameras slowly backed back and the two began to talk. Angela was first to step of the set as the lights behind her turned of. Followed by James who wasn't as fortunate and fell of the set. Angela didn't bother look back instead she started sprinting toward the door. James follows here toward the same exit. The lights have now started flickering in the whole room. There where about 10 mini sets in the room some with green screens some with plain walls with some  decoration. After a few seconds the lights switched of and James left the door shut.

James found Angela in the lounge, she  was sitting at a table with a chair facing her drinking coffee. James walked towards the table Angela was sitting at. "Thanks for the help" James muttered as he sat down in front of Angela.

"What the heck are you talking about" replied Angela.

"I sprained my ankle" answered James.

"Oh please you fell from like  a twenty centimeter high set you could not have gotten injured if you wanted to" said Angela clearly unsatisfied with Jameses problem.

James has sprained his ankle to some extent but it was nothing close to a major

Five hours earlier a guy from a village nearby started exploring a bunker

The water was now up to his knees, struggling to make his way through the cellar he managed to face plant in the water. He felt his face prickling from the impact. He patted his face it felt numb. It's not like he did a 100 meter jump but still it hurt. He decided to continue
walking, his legs were tired after 20 minutes of exploring a cellar. Of course it would not have been a problem if half a meter of water was not flooding the whole place. But he was determined to see what this mysterious cellar was hiding so he did not stop. He walked towards a door, of course walked would not be a good adjective for this since he was nearly swimming. He tried pushing open the door kicking it but it would not open. The door was either locked or because of the water he could just not get it to open. He did not think anymore about it instead he decided to look for another room. He found another room the door must have broke of since it was no where to be seen. The water was now about a meter high so by now he was swimming. Then he realized the cellar will be completely filled with water in a matter of minutes. He was generally not best swimmer but you would not have known if you saw him in that moment. His legs and arms moving faster then propellers on an airplane. Kicking and splashing as he went struggling to keep up the speed he started at he began to slow down. But he was still no where near the exit. As the water began to be higher and higher he started giving up. That's when he found another exit. He started to realize as he swam that this was not a cellar it was a bunker. It jut could not have been any bigger.

He was on the ground feeling half unconscious. As he's eyes started adjusting to the startling lights on the ceiling he realized he was not alone. There was a black figure in the corner of the room. As he began to feel better he managed to make out more details of the figure in the corner. He wore a black cape black pants black shirt. Nothing could have been more black about the way he dressed so I think I am going to name him phantom. Without saying a word they stared at each other. This went on for an hour. After a while he just gave up and started screaming. "Are you going to say anything"