The stale air of the bunker was thick and cool. It smelled like metal and earth and something forgotten. Howard and Milo moved carefully, their footsteps echoing softly against the concrete floor. The faint hum of the rain outside filled the silence, a steady reminder they were underground, safe from the bitter mountain winds outside.
Milo ran his fingers over the dusty control panels. “I can’t believe this place still works,” he whispered, eyes wide.
Howard gave a short laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “These old things don’t like to die easily.”
He knelt beside a crate stacked in the corner. “Look at this.” He lifted the lid, revealing neatly packed medical supplies, bandages, antibiotics, and painkillers. “Enough to patch us up for a while.”
Milo’s eyes lit up. “And food. We got
