𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘂𝗻 。john murphy ( discontinued )

chapter fifteen.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN.
can't stop staring at those ocean eyes.

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Since their discovery of the bunker, Sage and Murphy had taken advantage of the situation and soaked up all their luxuries such as television, food and especially the alcohol. But they were determined to leave. They had packed backpacks of enough supplies and dressed in clothes fit for the outdoor terrain. They were set to go until they discovered, they weren't going anywhere.

"It won't open." Murphy stated the obvious, his hands struggling against the steel door that wouldn't budge.

"What do you mean? Is there a button or something?" Sage asked, paranoia settling in her stomach at the thought of no escape. Her hands fumbled around the edges of the door, trying to find any sort of button or lever, simply anything.

"What the fuck?" Murphy shouted, finally slamming both palms against the door, surely leaving them red with pain.

"L-let's not freak out, there's got to be a way out." Sage breathed, trying her hardest to remain calm.

"Why won't it open? What the hell!" Murphy screeched again, his hands balling into fists as fury began to course through his veins. His voice raised and his face grew red. Sage had never seen him like this, not since the early days on the ground when he was being physically beat day after day. Sage didn't agree with his former behaviour but she had seen him in a light which she knew never deserved the suffering he faced.

"Hey, calm down. Maybe there's another exit, maybe we-"

      "Don't you get it Sage? We can't get out of here! We're not going to get out of here!" Murphy yelled, now releasing his anger on her. Sage took a step back.

     "Maybe we can. We're not getting out of here until you calm down." She spoke steadily, trying to place her palm on his shoulder only for him to shove it off.

     "No, we're not getting out of her at all." He rephrased angrily. Sage didn't know what to do. She didn't like seeing him like this.

      "But-"

    "God, are you always this optimistic?" He questioned. Sage's brows knitted into a line.

    "Hey! Yelling at me is going to get us nowhere, so shut the fuck up and help me look for another way out!" Sage fought back, raising her voice and taking a step toward the boy.

   Murphy's face softened for a second there before his jaw set tightly and he pushed past her and down the staircase.

   The boy muttered beneath his breath incoherently, Sage had no idea what he was saying by figured it was nothing good. Sage followed him with her eyes, her faith in him increasing until he plopped face first onto the couch, hopeless and in defeat.