The Final Frontier Part three

Suspense Stories | Jan 23, 2014 | 4 min read
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The Final Frontier Part three

It was daybreak when I stirred out of bed, Joe and Joy were still asleep as usual, they don't normally wake until what feels like noon. I glanced out of the crack of the bunker door, yep, it was daybreak. The soft smells in the air, the very faint noises coming from the outside world, and the occasional infected shadow waltzing past. Just another day in the life of Elena Owens.

After managing to move myself from my bunk I quietly shifted to the back room of the bunker. We called this room the rain room, but it's basically a rain water shower room. I undressed myself before entering the small stall in the back corner of the room. I washed down, getting any leftover blood from yesterday off of my body. The entire time I couldn't shake the thought; "We've been able to survive for 4 years, how can we not achieve the basics of hot water?!" Oh well, cold shower is better than no shower. Especially in this world. One little cut covered in mutated blood is just a disaster waiting to happen.

After my shower I stepped out of the stall, and grabbed my clothes, running them under the water to rinse the any blood or spores off of the fabric. Knowing that they wouldn't be awake I sprinted back to my bunk in my underpants, hoping to god and heaven above I wouldn't wake anyone up. As soon as I entered the main bedding room of the bunker I went towards my bunk, underneath was the backpack I had filled with my necessities so long ago. Obviously the clothes I packed before no longer fit, thank you lady puberty. Oh well, I had to make due, the occasional loot of walmart holds my size clothes, and a few sewing kits incase things begin to tear and tatter. In this world there is no buying clothes after the first time we wear them, you have to be prepared to wear the same shirt if not underwear for days. The infected don't make clothes for you, you have no chance to complain about your clothes. I reached into the backpack, pulling out a pair of blue jeans and a black T shirt, quickly tossing them on before tying my hair back with a piece of yarn I found laying around the bunker floor.

I've been up for about an hour now, and I noticed Joy start shifting around in her bunk, this usually means that she'll be up soon, and I better get my clothes out the rain room. I hopped up, moving my way towards the shower stall to take my clothes out of their soak. Well they were moved to the clothes line hanging on the other side of the room. Oh washing machines how I miss you so much. I let out a sigh then started my way back into the main room of the bunker.

Sometimes I wonder how long it took Joe to build this thing, no way in hell did he just throw this together after the outbreak. He's strong, and he works fast, but for a building, in a cave, with 3 rooms and enough space to house 4 families he had to be a doomsday prepper. We have lived here for a half of the outbreak, and never seem to run out of food or supplies. I never see him, or Joy go on loot runs of those kinds, so I know he was preparing for something. Maybe he knew more than the rest of us. But, it's better not to ask, you don't just get to ask about someones back story.

I wonder if Joe still wanted to go on the military loot run tonight, I hope not. The sounds of infected outside the bunker sound higher than normal, so you can tell that someplace, some abandoned place, filled with spores, and advanced mutants is going to be overrun. If he does decide to go I don't know how I can manage to keep him safe. Joe's a strong man but he's getting old. If I go I have to be on high alert for any infected for the both of us, which is going to take a lot.

Joe stirred from under his blankets, and let out a groan followed by a few seconds of awkward stretching. Yep, he's up, I must have lost track of time thinking about the loot trip. I stood, walking my way towards the bunker door much less quietly now that everyone was awake.

"Joe?" I asked, my head fixed to the door trying to get a glimpse from the cracks.
"Yes Elly?" He said sitting himself up.
"Are we doing the Fort loot tonight?" I ask quietly, noting an infected shadow.
"It won't loot itself." He said sardonically, standing up and moving out of bed.

I lowered my head with worry, shrugging it off my shoulders. "Joy's in the wash." I said quietly, not sure if he heard me. Oh well, I warned him, if he trots in on her cold morning nudity it's not my fault.

The rest of the day went on slowly, and it was officially curfew, the sirens at the outpost went off, we heard the faint voices of authorities behind gunshots, and growling infecteds trying to get a late night meal. "Joe, are you sure we have to do this tonight?" I asked him, looking up at him while I laced on my knee high steel toed boots. "Rumor has it that clan I.D.S. is going there in the a.m. we need to scout it before they get there, leave them with the rubble and no longer blind infected." He said as he took in a deep sigh, popping his jaw slightly.

"Elly I want you to stay close to me when we go, handgun only, we don't need a mob of those cock suckers when we head for the fort. God only knows what lies behind those walls." Joe said quietly, tucking his shirt into his pants, and a handgun into his waistband. "Don't use that language with her Joey, she's only 17!" Barked Joy from across the room, causing me to let out a giggle. It's cute how young mentally she still thinks I am, as if I never matured after the outbreak. It's nice for a break of innocence every now and then. Especially since we might not see another after this trip.

I stood up from my bunk, stretching the tension out of my shoulders. "Joy, you keep a close eye out, and cover for us if authorities come by." I said with a hint of power behind my voice. I popped my knuckles gently before reaching down under my pillow, pulling forth my Smith and Wesson revolver that I took from my dads house during the pre stages of the outbreak. I opened the chamber, and to my surprise, fully loaded. I guess Joe didn't go for target practice last night. I tucked the revolver into the holster that hung from my pants, securing it. Well, it's now or never, it's time to go loot Fort Venom.

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