Alex moved through the dimly lit corridor of the bunker, his footsteps echoing softly against the smooth floor. Doors lined both sides of the passage, each marked by glowing signs overhead: WEAPONS, ARMOR, FOOD, and even one with the label VIDEOGAMES.
A slight twitch passed over his face at the last one. Really, Mom?
But he didn't slow down.
Leisure wasn't a luxury he could afford right now. There would be no time to explore or reminisce over what could've been a normal life. Not anymore.
He continued forward until he reached the door labeled FOOD. The metal door slid open with a quiet hiss,, revealing a space that took him by surprise.
