You arrived back at your home, another random apartment attached to the other twisting corridors and hallways of the bunker.

You plopped down onto your sofa, turning on the TV as you prepared to just chill out the for weekend: but this was short-lived.

You heard a rattle come from your kitchen, and at first, you thought it might have been a fork falling off the side: but then you heard their breathing.

Your heart raced as the invader peeked their head around the corner, and as they did, you realized that... it was a young and nervous girl. Her clothes looked dishevelled and her pigtails bobbed beside her as she stared back at you from the kitchen door with fear and anxiety etched along her face.

Nobody moved between you and her as fear is coursing through both of your faces, while both of you stared at each other