Two weeks had passed by since they had been living here.
Today had been a cheerful day, the sun had shone brightly, the birds had sung happily in the trees, and a few hyenas had come close to the barrier, then eventually wandered away.
Bernice was getting accustomed to her new surroundings; it was not as horrible as it once felt. During the day, Rojan and her stayed in the bunker, talking about a lot of silly stuff about his world. They slept or read books or magazines that were outlined on the shelf. In the evenings when the sun was setting in the sky, they came out, brushed their teeth, and took a bath together in the stream, then while she waited on the boot of the car listening to some music on the stereo, Rojan hunted for their dinner.
Sometimes he came back with a rabbit, a squirr
