The endless sunshine that gave the group a way to find their way around the dangerous Zone seemed to be finally ending, Edgar warning that they'll be plunged into darkness soon, as he points them in the direction where they should go to escape it.
"There's far dangerous things that come out at night," Edgar warns as he ushered them to hurry, the skies above slowly turning dark.
He guided them to a door hidden by the overgrown fauna, however Wilhelm questioned going inside, worried that they accidentally stumbled upon a hidden lab.
The last thing they needed was going through an abandoned lab, Wilhelm heard stories of men stumbling upon them, and those foolish enough to step inside, almost never comes back.
Cryptically, Edgar swears that they'll be fine inside, as he ushered them to pull back the vines and for Paul to use his natural strength to force the door open.
Darkness soon engulfed the area and inside the decrepit bunker there were functioning lights that shrouded them in soft light.
"Under no circumstances does anyone go near the door," Wilhelm pointed at Paul and Taylor as he secured it with whatever he and Edgar found.
Even if someone's begging to get inside, no one's to open the door, because anyone caught outside in the dark is already dead, and Wilhelm didn't survive weeks in this hell to have it thrown away because either Paul and Taylor or Anya wanted to be noble.
"It will sound horrible, it will haunt you, but under no circumstances until daylight or whatever, the door remains sealed," Wilhelm pointed at them.
No other choice but to agree to Wilhelm's demands, Paul and Taylor turn their attention to the bunker that Edgar ushered them towards.
There are propaganda posters on the walls, Wilhelm mocking them as he passed them by with Edgar moving ahead, his hands stretched outright as he investigated a bookshelf.
"Here!" Edgar dug out abandoned rations still in their vacuum sealed containers.
Distributing the packs to the three, Edgar says that this will keep them until morning, as he gone over to a spot in the bunker where he sat down.
Holding their packs, Paul and Taylor settled in their spots as Wilhelm helped open the olive-green packs with a serrated knife.
Reading the tins that spilled out, Wilhelm told them what they were.
"Hope you like cabbage stew and potted meat," Wilhelm informed them of what they're going to eat as a meal whether they liked it or not.
Sitting beside Taylor with his opened tin of cabbage stew, Paul muses quietly to himself.
His late grandmother ate RAT packs more than once since she was with UNIT and grew to loathe them, in fact one of the things that drew her to the adventuring life with his late grandfather was him commenting that he didn't have them aboard the TARDIS.
It was enough for his late grandmother to march inside with her suitcase.
However, his father didn't mind eating them so much, his mother, not so much.
The tinny taste did take a lot to get used to, but Paul managed to force himself to eat the stew, Taylor using the crackers to try to mask the taste, though she ended up sufficing on the potted meat she spread over them, instead.
"Where are we going, tomorrow?" Paul asks Edgar where the Zone wanted them to go, what should they expect when they leave the bunker.
As he held a spoonful of stew, Edgar warns that the Zone is whispering to him, now, she's worried someone else is listening to her, that they'll be in danger if they hear her.
"Someone else can hear… the Zone?" Anya crossed her legs as she leaned back against the wall behind her.
Nodding, Edgar tells her that the Zone warned him about them.
"She doesn't know who they are, what they are, she called them demons," Edgar gestures with his wrinkled hand as he tried to put it into words what the Zone whispered him.
Curious, Paul asks if it's the scientists behind the soldiers and Edgar replied that he wouldn't be surprised if they dug their heels into an area that suited them within the Zone.
Gave Paul thought what the Zone wanted from them.
The only way they could escape their predicament was stopping the scientists and their soldiers.
The problems, of course, was how to do such thing when the soldiers outclassed the group, and while Paul his strength, he wasn't bullet proof and he couldn't open tears to sneak around, the Zone won't let him, and he couldn't be sure where he'd wind up if he took them.
Wilhelm's rifle can't put a dent in the soldiers much less do considerable damage against their armour, that much he knows.
"She will tell us, in time, when they are not paying so much attention to her," Edgar explained that the Zone will tell them what to do, they have to wait.
So long as they do, they'll remain safe, but she couldn't promise the soldiers won't figure out there's children of the Zone present.
"C-children of the Zone?" Taylor questioned what Edgar meant as she held the potted meat.
Slowly nodding, Edgar says, "We are her children. We will aid our mother against the trespassers."
He pointed to himself and Anya.
Shaking her head in disagreement, Anya stated she was never born here, she was born in Kiev.
"She reached out to you, did she not?" Edgar challenged her, causing her to become quiet as she looked down to her feet.
Growing curious, Taylor wanted more answers as to how the Zone picked who were her children, and Edgar tells her that he doesn't know, only the Zone.
"If I am a child of-of the Zone, what does that mean?" Anya wanted to know what that entailed, and Edgar grew silent, instead.
He won't say anything more than she was a child of the Zone, that she would be protected like he was, all she had to do was listen to her.
Sounded like a fantastical tale, but with everything that happened, Anya couldn't ignore Edgar's words.
Didn't stop her from questioning why the Zone chose to project nightmares into her brain that drove her here, though.
Consuming enough of the rations that it grew detrimental, the group settled for the night.
Laying on his back with his arms wrapped around Taylor, Paul couldn't help but think about their situation, having no choice since the others were asleep, and he couldn't close his eyes more than a second every time he heard a noise.
Even though the bunker was insulated, Paul could somewhat hear the outside, though it was in the distance, he heard muffled noises, popping sounds.
People still outside fighting for their lives before subsequently losing to either each other or whatever came out at night.
Pulling Taylor closer to him, Paul held her as he heard the muffled panicked noises.
There was nothing they can do for them, too many variables that could easily result in all of them dying to the terrors that lurk outside that bunker door.
It's against everything the Doctor should stand for, but at the end, Paul was forced to consider the facts, as he nuzzled the sleeping, Taylor.
Eventually, he managed to close his eyes and fall asleep.
He woke up later as he heard Edgar and Wilhelm shuffling around, Taylor checking on Anya's wound.
Wilhelm held a surprised look on his face as he exclaimed, "It's gone!"
Pushing himself up from the floor with curiosity, Paul calls out to them, asking what was wrong.
"Her gunshot wound, I went to change the bandage, and it's gone!" Taylor turned her head to inform Paul that Anya's wound miraculously healed on its own.
Edgar gave a logical answer, because Anya was a child of the Zone, the Zone healed her wound, as a mother would.
Though the same wouldn't be said for Wilhelm, Taylor, or Paul.
A surprised look on Anya's face, she questioned how her wound could have healed in such a short amount of time after she gone to bed without her feeling anything happening and Edgar says it's part of the Zone's touch.
"We are her children, Anastasia, it is her duty as a mother to ensure we are healthy and safe," Edgar summed.
Stunned, Anya mustered, "H-how'd you know my name?"
Revealing that Anya wasn't her actual name, a nickname rather, and Edgar reminded her that the Zone knows everything.
With her wound healed and her strength returning, Anya stood on her own without feeling pain, she touched her shoulder more than once, miraculous indeed!
Now that she was fine, Wilhelm went to check outside the bunker.
He came back to inform them that it's sunny outside, nothing dead or hanging around the bunker to worry about.
"Now that we have a full party, anyone good with a gun?" Wilhelm questioned if anyone in the group can handle firearms and Paul expressed, he has training.
Nodding, Wilhelm gave him the order that if he finds a firearm with enough ammo to use, to keep it with him.
"I am proficient myself, Mr. Wilhelm, he gave me lessons," Taylor spoke up as she tells Wilhelm how Paul trained her in firearms.
Wilhelm gave her the same order, if she finds a gun she can use, take it and keep with her.
"Keep them together and protected," Wilhelm instructed what Paul and Taylor were doing when they left the bunker.
