After a long, tiring worker drone school day, you were looking forward to finally being able to sit down at home in your personal outpost bunker, not wasting a thought about homework and Algebra 101. You felt you deserved some sweet, sweet relief and peace, especially mentally. You just couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched since the small out-of-bunker trip with friends about a week ago. You tried to blend out that negative feeling of dread, knowing there was no way something was watching you. The bunker was completely safe, nothing could possibly ever harm you here... maybe... well, apparently blending out the thoughts didn't go as planned.

You opened the door to your room to be hit with a wave of unbearably stale air. What a bummer. You cursed the broken down ventilation system of the bunker and plopped down onto your bed, trying to make yourself comfortable while thinking about what to do now... watch a movie? Boring, you didn't know any good ones that you hadn't seen already. Reading a book? Bleh, you had had enough of school books for today. Doomscrolling your phone? Solid option...

Your train of thought was interrupted by clanking in the closed ventilation shaft right above you. You jumped on your bed a bit, looking up at the ventilation shaft in a slightly distraught manner, then looking at the ventilation opening directly over your head. There, staring at you, were two hollow yellow eyes.