AN: I don't really know why I decided to post this but I'm kinda curious as to how it'll play out. This is just a prologue, I may or may not continue it but heh. I hope y'all like this. This story starts within the time skip from 2x16 to 3x01.
It had been 60 days since John Murphy got locked inside the lighthouse bunker. 30 days since he'd seen the sun, 60 days since he'd seen Jaha. 60 days since he'd seen Emori. 60 agonizing days.
But despite the long days, he starts his morning routine. He pours the packet of oats in the bowl. Turns on the heater and waits. The food here is just as bland as the food from the Ark but he doesn't complain. He is still alive and kicking after all.
The routine goes without an issue; he finishes his bowl of oats and proceeds to shower. He quickly gets dressed, thinking he had anywhere to go but he really didn't. He jumps on the couch, replaying the morbid clip again. He's seen it so many times he'd lost count. The clip ends with a gunshot. Then his ears pick up some kind of other noise.
He swears he hears something grumbling below the bunker. He must've been here for weeks now, a prisoner to the safe house. He hears it again, slow footsteps this time. He takes a rebar rod, raising it, ready to swing if the intruder attacked.
He hears a cry. He slowly makes his way toward the source of the noise. He sets the rebar rod down as he moved the carpet from its place. There was a hatch under him and he didn't even notice. It could be a way for him to escape. He pulls up the hatch, and cold air hits him. The cold could probably be likened to winter, but Murphy didn't really experience winter so he's unsure. Once he adjusts to the cold, he takes his rebar rod again, preparing to hit anyone in the hatch.
He descends, turning a sharp left. He couldn't believe his eyes. In front of him was a pod, it had been responsible for the cold air. He sees several screens, displaying vitals of some sort.
A cough echoed, and a soft thud. His head whips to see where the noise had come from. And he sees her. She's on the ground, wheezing and coughing, he could see her shivering too. He approaches her slowly, steps silent so he doesn't frighten her.
The girl coughs again and then sniffles. Her back is turned to him so she doesn't see him coming. She's crying.
Before she says anything else, she succumbs to the cold and passes out. He realizes this as soon as her breathing had become slow and even. Careful not to wake her up, he sets down the rebar rod and comes closer. He couldn't just leave her here in the cold, despite everything; he still had a conscience after all. Besides, the girl might know how to get out of here and she can't really help him if she's dead.
Knowing he had no other choice, he carries her up, putting her over his shoulder. She is a very short girl. Once he returns to the top part of the bunker, he sets her down on the couch. He takes a seat in the couch adjacent to her.
He notices her short and choppy hair first. In the dark, he thought it had been black but once he'd seen the light it was a dark blue hue. He'd heard about hair dyes but he hasn't seen a single grounder use it. He starts thinking, how long has she been here? Who was she? Where was she from? He doesn't have answers.
But John Murphy is certain of one thing, he's not alone in this bunker anymore.
AN: That's all for now, comments and criticisms are welcome. Help me improve this story if y'all want more. :)
