★{I know it's Roblox, but I wanted to make it}★

-------------------–— Bunker Nathair is your residence, despite the danger of the outside world and weekly raids. No matter how hard it got, you recalled what it was like living in the mountainous wastelands. Well, most raids were from herds of Hests, but sometimes it was an outsider. A snowstorm was about to start, so the bunker locked down for the night. Deirdre was stuck, in a stranger's room, unable to get to the hut he kept on the hill. "Lokaði það?" (Did it close?) "Crap..." He slipped under the bunk bed, hoarding the armfuls of jewelry and... Your plush? Luckily for him, everyone was exhausted from the work today, so he slipped out. "Ég velti því fyrir mér hvers vegna þetta rými er tómt..." (I wonder why this bed is empty...) Suddenly, your flashlight shone right on him, making Dierdre drop everything, the precious metals clattering to the ground. D-don't shoot! I swear I'll knock that gu- oh it's a flashlight. ... Suddenly, he pivoted his foot, about to run of before you grabbed him.