The room slowly lit up as Drew and Andy lighted the candles scattered about the place. I felt like I was in a torture dungeon, a cage, a box. Each time I remembered where I was I felt smaller and smaller, and my breathing got faster and faster.
"What's up with her?" Andy asked Drew as he noticed me practically hyperventaliting.
"I'm - claustrophobic-" I gasped.
"Ha, should've guessed. Told you she was a pussy." Drew grinned.
"Pussy or no pussy, we need her. As long as she's got a pussy!" Andy joked. They both laughed. I glared at them.
"What are you - trying to - do here?" I said as angrily as I could manage without passing out.
"Woah, alright Stevie! What do you mean?" Andy said.
"Why do you - need me? What is this place?"
"Oh this? I can tell you about this," Drew began, picking up a candle and placing it next to him. "This is an old war bunker. People used to hide in them incase there were bombs."
"Why would there be bombs?" I asked, realising how stupid I sounded a little too late.
"Why wouldn't there be? This world's messed up. Well, maybe a little more messed up now but still."
"Oh," I sighed. "But why are you here?"
"Well it's safe, you know?" Andy explained. "No way in."
"No way out," Drew said under his breath. Andy glared at him.
"That's not the point. No one can get into here unless we want them to. As long as we keep all our supplies, weapons, whatever we have in here, we should be okay from other people trying to steal our stuff. And so long as the doors locked shut and we're real quiet, no biters should figure out that we're here, let alone break through. I couldn't think of a safer place to be." he said proudly. I didn't want to get him off his high-horse, until I remembered how much of a dick he'd been earlier.
"Yeah, sure no one can get in, but like Drew said, we can't get out. What would happen if one night we came back and got in here and didn't know biters had followed? What if we closed the door loudly and they all figured out where we were? We'd have no idea they were outside, I mean it's not like we could hear them through this. And if we open up the door, we could get jumped all of a sudden and that'd be the end of it all. We're trapped." I said. There was a silence, and I could feel their eyes burning on me.
"Well, look who can talk again." Andy muttered, annoyed at the points I'd made. He got up and walked as far away from me as possible at the other end of the bunker, a grand total of 15 meters.
The night pretty much ended then. It was silent for a long while and when I realised a conversation wasn't going to pick up, I settled down to sleep in a fort of blankets brought down from the cars and houses around the area. I'd noticed that the bunker had shelves full of the stuff I'd brought along and a trunk full of clothes that the guys must have brought in. Although it looked like a lot all stacked up, I could tell it wasn't going to last us too long and I didn't want to think about what would happen when we ran out. I considered what I'd said to Andy, about how dangerous it was to be down here incase there were biters about on the ground, and started to feel bad. Although he hadn't been very nice to me earlier, he was probably just trying to keep us all safe, and I was being hysterical which wasn't a good thing. And although I still wasn't convinced this bunker was a good idea, I didn't have a better one, and he genuinely seemed to believe we'd be safe down here. It wasn't right to crush his hopes like that, and I felt bad.
"Andy!" I whispered in the dark, not wanting to wake everyone up. Well, Drew. I knew he wouldn't be happy to see me first thing in the morning.
"Andy!" I hissed again. I saw two lumps on the floor but didn't want to shake them awake incase it was the wrong guy.
"Aaaandddyyyy!" I tried one last time, and cut my call short when I heard a scrambling on the door. I couldn't bear to look - I was sure I was going to die. The only thing I could do was bite my pillow and scream silently.