Kira's POV
My hands shake as I pull myself through the opening into what looks like. someone's idea of a really shitty survival bunker. Emergency lights flicker overhead, casting weird shadows on concrete walls that smell like dust and old fear.
"Jesus Christ," I breathe, looking around. "Where the hell are we?"
Rusty shelves line the walls, stocked with supplies that look older than I am. Water jugs with faded labels, boxes of crackers that probably went stale in the nineties, and enough canned beans to feed an army for a month. Or nine scared people for a few days, if we're lucky.
"Everyone okay?" I call down the shaft. "Come on up. It's safe."
Safe. Right. Like anything about this nightmare has been safe.
Derek emerges first, his eyes darting around the space like he's scanning f
