With her leg, Jenny started kicking the hand trying to get the hand to let go of Julie’s leg. “Let go of my leg,” Julie said as she continued yelling. Pulling out her revolver, Jenny has it pointed to the hand and before she could crackle the revolver, the hand quickly let go of Julie’s leg. “What the hell what’s that?” Julie asked as she quickly moved away from the entrance of the bunker. “All I saw was a milky pearly freaking hand,” Jenny replied. “What the hell is down there?” Jenny asked. “I should be asking you. You have been living here long before me,” Julie replied staring at Jenny. “I wasn’t asking you,” Jenny said. “That was a rhetorical question and didn’t need you to answer,” Jenny added. “What do we do now?” Julie asked with her eyes fixed on Jenny. “Someone has to go down the
