Sanctuary Bunker
You reach the door, swing it open, and dash inside. You have no clue what laid in store for you if you dallied, but let’s just say you didn’t take your chances.
You had never actually been in one of these, so you never knew what one looked like. This one looked like a bunker: covered in metal walls and an enclosed, almost claustrophobic feel. In front of you was a large living space with some couch seating and a dining room table. Behind it was another room that looked like a kitchen and around the living room where rows of doors like pods leading to what must have been bedrooms. Each door was thick and looked like it could be sealed from the inside in the case of an emergency like those in a submarine.
A dozen or so tinies were busy doing their thing. Most turned to look at you but resumed their business once they saw you come in. People must come in and out of these things, so a new person is not that big of a deal.
“Welcome,” called a young man, maybe twenty-five, from near the kitchen door, walking over. He had brown hair and a small beard. He walked with the confidence of someone who ran the place. “My name is Aaron.”
You had never actually been in one of these, so you never knew what one looked like. This one looked like a bunker: covered in metal walls and an enclosed, almost claustrophobic feel. In front of you was a large living space with some couch seating and a dining room table. Behind it was another room that looked like a kitchen and around the living room where rows of doors like pods leading to what must have been bedrooms. Each door was thick and looked like it could be sealed from the inside in the case of an emergency like those in a submarine.
A dozen or so tinies were busy doing their thing. Most turned to look at you but resumed their business once they saw you come in. People must come in and out of these things, so a new person is not that big of a deal.
“Welcome,” called a young man, maybe twenty-five, from near the kitchen door, walking over. He had brown hair and a small beard. He walked with the confidence of someone who ran the place. “My name is Aaron.”
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June 3, 2023
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