Life in the bunker was not so bad for any of the five inmates within. In fact, the place became its own little ecosystem, locking them in from the world.The only time the problem started was when the supplies that Max and Kevin had gathered in the van were coming to an end. At first, they had lived like kings, eating merrily to get themselves out of their misery. The more time went past, the more meals started to become more spare — less stacked, less flavoured, and even less coloured.Then came the day that the final bag of flour was torn open.Default had made Laila the group chef. Ronnie was no good at cooking, and so was Sandra. Max always cooked coarse food, acceptable and digestible to no one but himself, and Kevin always seemed to make his food too spicy or too salty — it was almost always one, and also only tasty to himself.Until Layla put on her magic gloves and cooked the best meal they'd had since zombies ran the town riot. After it, no one debated that she was the best,

Max only stood and watched the duo, not knowing what to say.For him, it seemed as though Kevin was struck by how pretty Pearl looked. Even for him, he almost could not believe that a woman so magnificent was here with them in an abandoned Middlestown, but his friend was moving in to speak to her so quickly and smoothly, like a seasoned Casanova would, that there was hardly any time to warn him to be careful as she was a stranger unknown.“So you're somehow riding a bike through an abandoned wasteland like this, Pearl?” He asked, going to lend his scrutinising voice to the conversation. It was not the fairest description for the place, as at least bushes could still grow all over, but without humans, it was still a wasteland.“You think I'm a zombie? Like those horrid, disgusting things?” She asked, turning a pair of beautiful blue eyes upon him.“You thought we WERE zombies. It's fair to return the favour.” He said, laying emphasis on the ‘were’.“Max,” Kevin spoke quickly, pulling o

She refused to believe what her eyes read.“No… no, ” she moaned, taking out the battery from the device and putting it back before switching it on. It came alive again, but this time, with a different message:“YOU'LL LOVE IT HERE. PLEASE MAKE YOURSELF COMFORTABLE. SENDING LOVE FROM —THE ALLFATHER.”Again, she threw the device onto the ground, this time breaking it before running back into the cabin to look for something else she could use to reach out to anyone that could get her out of this place. Any device at all…Her scrambling hands found a small phone, and she pressed the power button, relieved to see the pixels on the screen come alive and display her wallpaper — an image of herself and Dr. Elizabeth. With shaky hands, she unlocked it, and was about to seek the app icon that would be her salvation when the screen went blank, and a new string of letters started to appear. They read:“YOU CAN RUN, BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE. YOU ARE NOW TRAPPED HERE. WITH LOVE, —THE ALLFATHER.”Her

The scene that met their eyes took the fight out of their minds.Their large helicopter was being torn apart by as many as five trees that kept going at it like boxers pummelling at their opponents. With each blow, a part of the aircraft fell away, and by the time they saw it, one of the blades was already crashing down.Frozen, they watched helplessly, without knowing which they were more afraid of. The size of the trees — which made them stand twice as tall as the usual, or the heads sitting in the middle of the trees, just on the point where the branches spread from the body of the tree, or the fact that these trees were moving like animals, pulling up their roots from the ground as they did, or the fact that they were now trapped in this place, with these things.Whichever way, there were those who started to run.The General refused to back down. His only move was a backward step which he allowed himself for his horror, before barking his order.“Shoot.” The man yelled, and leadi