Short, weird, fun!

(Still working back up to posting daily… Sorry about the days off!)

Lanie opened her eyes, suddenly awake, but not sure why. Keller had bragged about how secure his bunker was, but now she wondered how accurate his claims were.

She sat up, looking around and straining her eyes to catch any faint contrast or sense of motion in the dark.

Nothing.

She had never experienced true darkness before the disaster. A city girl, she was used to having enough light seeping through the blinds at night that she could easily navigate her apartment in the “dark.” Now, though…

She held her breath, trying to hear any faint scuffs or creaks, but Keller’s gentle snore seemed like an airplane engine in comparison to the quiet night. She jabbed him viciously in the ribs.

He snorted a little, groaned, then sat up, holding his own breath for a moment. “What is it?” he asked, while she was still straining to hear.

“I don’t know,” she whispered.

She heard him get up, and waited.

“I can’t see anything on the scope,” he said, returning to the pallet and fumbling around. “I’ll take a flashlight and my gun, and check outside.”

Lanie grabbed his arm, holding him down with all her body weight. “No! Every horror movie I’ve ever seen tells me that’s a bad idea.”

He let out a long sigh, putting the flashlight aside and lying down next to her. “Fine, then I’m going back to sleep. Wake me if the door caves in.” A moment later, he was snoring again.

Lanie hugged her knees and stared into the darkness, hoping that whatever had woken her up couldn’t break in.