You get, back. Consdiering you ran all the way you're exhaused. You yell as greetig as you slam and lock the bunker door shut. Shut. The bunker door, It wasn't.....shut. "Shit" you whisper to yourself as you take out the rifle and slowly walk into the bunker. Its deadly silent in here, dangerously, but calm. You investigate for about an hour, walking through the deep winding hall of the underground facility that you call home. Everyone Is Gone. There were dozens here, where did they all...go? You lay down on the small cot where you spend your nights, wondering if you'll ever get out of this hellhole. You check again the door is locked, and go to sleep. You'll find them. You know you will. But Ostrakva never rests.