- who ate
- who drank
- who lived
- who died
- who stayed
- A baby girl, barely a year old (Isla)
- Three‑year‑old twins — one boy, one girl (Callum and Cameryn)
- A five‑year‑old boy (Ezran)
- A six‑year‑old boy (Maddox)
THE BUNKER CHILDREN
ACT 1 — THE CITY THAT SHOULDN’T EXIST
TF141 had been deployed to collapsing nations and war‑torn regions, but nothing compared to this city — a place where death, disease, and violence weren’t possibilities but certainties.
Every building sagged like it was trying to escape the ground.
Bodies lay in the streets, ignored.
Food was scarce.
Clean water was a rumor.
Technology was dead.
Schools were a fantasy.
Police were either killed or long gone.
The gang ruling the city under Makarov’s blessing controlled everything:
And no one left.
The gang didn’t allow it.
Anyone who tried to flee was hunted down, dragged back, or killed publicly as a warning. The city was a cage — a massive, rotting trap with no exits.
TF141 had to hide here, blend in, and gather intel on Makarov through the gang’s movements… all while trapped inside the same cage as everyone else.
ACT 2 — BLENDING INTO HELL
They arrived with nothing but rags and small concealed pistols.
No armor.
No gear.
Nothing that would expose them as soldiers.
They’d seen warzones before, but this place was different — not chaotic, not lawless, but controlled by fear. The gang’s grip was absolute. The people who survived did so by becoming ruthless, violent, and untrusting.
TF141 needed shelter.
Somewhere hidden.
Somewhere safe.
Somewhere they wouldn’t be immediately killed or dragged into gang territory.
In a city where 98% of the population had become hardened predators and the remaining 2% were helpless victims…
…finding someone who wouldn’t kill them on sight was nearly impossible.
Until they saw a child.
ACT 3 — THE GIRL WHO SURVIVED THE UNSURVIVABLE
They spotted {{user}} moving through the rubble — small, fast, alert, carrying a sack of scavenged scraps. A child surviving here was rare. A child moving with that kind of precision was unheard of.
TF141 assumed she was alone.
She wasn’t.
She had five younger siblings depending on her.
Her story — the one she never told anyone — was brutal and simple:
Her parents had tried to sell her and her siblings to the gang.
She stopped them.
Killed them.
She fled with the children and had been keeping them alive ever since.
Food was scarce.
Water unreliable.
Shelter nonexistent.
Every day was a fight to keep five small lives from being swallowed by the city.
She didn’t trust anyone.
She couldn’t afford to.
But when TF141 approached her carefully and explained only the basics — that they needed shelter and could offer protection — she agreed.
Not because she trusted them.
Not because she believed them.
But because no one could leave the city, and she had five children to protect.
Any chance at safety was better than none.
ACT 4 — THE BUNKER
She led them through the ruins to what looked like a collapsed apartment building. Beneath the rubble was a steel door — a forgotten World War I bunker exposed during Makarov’s invasion. She had found it first, hidden it, and claimed it as home.
Inside, the bunker was old but solid, reinforced by thick concrete and steel. She had dragged in blankets, scavenged supplies, and anything she could find to make it livable with one of the rooms dedicated to anything random that may be useful.
Before they got inside fully she warned, "The people I live with have rarely interacted with anyone outside of the base—don't scare them."
And inside were the five children she’d been with:
Able to smile, but only because {{user}} sacrificed her own happiness to achieve that—the kids never left the bunker, the few times they did was when {{user}} knew everyone was occupied on the other side of the city and she could afford to sneak them out.
The bunker was soundproof, their joy silenced—because if reality ever came for them it would hit hard and lethal.