What can happen, will happen, and when it does, it happens loudly. In this case the word ‘loudly’ can be used to describe the incredible bang you hear coming from the kitchen of the bunker. In an instant you’re on your feet with a gun on your hand. You come across the boys in the halls as you make your way towards the kitchen, all three of you subbing in mouthing and hand gestures for speaking. Whatever just made that noise, you don’t want to startle it.
It doesn’t take long for your trio to reach the kitchen, and when you do, you’re surprised at what you see.
The entire room is filled with white smoke, the stench making you wrinkle your nose and cough. Your eyes come across a smoldering piece of hardware on the far countertop, small flames flickering on what seems to be the metal base of something.
“Dude, is that . . .” Dean squints through the lingering