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The door to the bunkers slammed close. They could hear Marissa's footsteps walking away and turning around a corner. Then there was silence. Their quarters, was a large room filled with bunk beds on either side. Madison, and Tricia spread to different ends of the room, each finding their own seperate bed spaced out from the other. Tricia was the first to sit down, but she didn't lie back. Even though it was well into the night now, she wasn't tired yet. Curtis remained standing where he was, and as he looked over to the others, who were all silent, struggled to try and break the tension. "Well, we survived our first night," said the priest with
a grin. Tricia managed a weak smile, "Yeah, barely." Suddenly, they heard sobbing. It was Madison, she was slumped on her bed, her eyes filled with tears. Curtis sighed, "Madison....." "Hey, are you allright?" called out Tricia Madison didn't answer. Instead, she turned away from them and curled up underneath the blankets. "Tricia... we... Madison's parents... they didn't make it..." whispered Curtis, his own eyes red. Hearing that, Tricia looked down at the floor. Her own parents had been out of town for the weekend, she just hoped that, wherever they were, they were well and safe. The full reality of the situation was starting to grab
hold of her again, like it had back in the woods. Curtis sighed, "Tyler tried to save them, but, it was to late, there were to many of those things..". Tricia looked back over to where Madison was. Then she stood up, and was about to head over to Madison when she heard Tyler whisper over to her, "Don't... she needs to be alone now." Tricia hesistated, and then with a sigh, sat back down on her bed. Curtis meanwhile had headed over to the right side of the room and found a bunk bed there. Tricia pulled the blanket over her and laid her head down on the pillow. The surface of the bed was cold and hard, and very uncomfortable. Not to mention
there was the smell of smeared blood on the walls. --God, how could anyone sleep here-- thought Tricia Madison had stopped crying now, and the room was silent. Tricia turned back and forth on her bed, trying to get comfortable, but it was no use. She looked over to the far side of the room, where Tyler had walked over to. She watched as he stopped by the window, his green eyes cast to the night sky overhead.
He was holding a chain in his hand, a thin silver necklace with a small cross on the end, something that Tricia hadn't seen him carrying before. She wondered what was on Tyler's mind, what he was thinking. It seemed everything about him was a completely mystery. The lights in
the room went out, someone having pulled the light switch from outside, probably Marissa. Darkness flooded the bunker. Tricia's eyes slowly closed...
The door to the bunkers slammed close. They could hear Marissa's footsteps walking away and turning around a corner. Then there was silence. Their quarters, was a large room filled with bunk beds on either side. Madison, and Tricia spread to different ends of the room, each finding their own seperate bed spaced out from the other. Tricia was the first to sit down, but she didn't lie back. Even though it was well into the night now, she wasn't tired yet. Curtis remained standing where he was, and as he looked over to the others, who were all silent, struggled to try and break the tension. "Well, we survived our first night," said the priest with
a grin. Tricia managed a weak smile, "Yeah, barely." Suddenly, they heard sobbing. It was Madison, she was slumped on her bed, her eyes filled with tears. Curtis sighed, "Madison....." "Hey, are you allright?" called out Tricia Madison didn't answer. Instead, she turned away from them and curled up underneath the blankets. "Tricia... we... Madison's parents... they didn't make it..." whispered Curtis, his own eyes red. Hearing that, Tricia looked down at the floor. Her own parents had been out of town for the weekend, she just hoped that, wherever they were, they were well and safe. The full reality of the situation was starting to grab
hold of her again, like it had back in the woods. Curtis sighed, "Tyler tried to save them, but, it was to late, there were to many of those things..". Tricia looked back over to where Madison was. Then she stood up, and was about to head over to Madison when she heard Tyler whisper over to her, "Don't... she needs to be alone now." Tricia hesistated, and then with a sigh, sat back down on her bed. Curtis meanwhile had headed over to the right side of the room and found a bunk bed there. Tricia pulled the blanket over her and laid her head down on the pillow. The surface of the bed was cold and hard, and very uncomfortable. Not to mention
there was the smell of smeared blood on the walls. --God, how could anyone sleep here-- thought Tricia Madison had stopped crying now, and the room was silent. Tricia turned back and forth on her bed, trying to get comfortable, but it was no use. She looked over to the far side of the room, where Tyler had walked over to. She watched as he stopped by the window, his green eyes cast to the night sky overhead.
He was holding a chain in his hand, a thin silver necklace with a small cross on the end, something that Tricia hadn't seen him carrying before. She wondered what was on Tyler's mind, what he was thinking. It seemed everything about him was a completely mystery. The lights in
the room went out, someone having pulled the light switch from outside, probably Marissa. Darkness flooded the bunker. Tricia's eyes slowly closed...