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A bomb went off outside. No big deal. Happened all the time. To the residents of the bunker, it was an everyday happening. All that mattered was whether it destroyed the bunker or not.
Most of the people in there were scavengers. They lived off of the scraps of the armies that battled in the tundra outside. Nobody had the resources to move to the East, where the war was much less rampant. But for now, they had to stick here.
Larry got out of his bunk bed and headed towards the storage room. He hadn’t eaten in 2 days, nor had he slept in 2 days. Larry wasn’t anyone special, nor was he necessarily vital to the others, but he pulled his weight, and that was good enough. He opened a can of noodles, and was suddenly startled by a voice behind him.
???: Hey, did you manage to find a, uhh… what do you call it… hydraulic piston thingy?
That was Quinn. Quinn was sort of friends with Larry, but they never really knew each other. They both had different jobs, with Quinn repairing stuff and Larry scavenging for stuff. Next to him was Ellie, who Larry knew quite well. The two of them both worked on finding parts, along witha few dozen others.
Larry: Wha- er… nah. Couldn’t find one of them fellers. I gotta bunch of screws, though. Need those?
Quinn: Eh, I guess? You’d think because of all those mechs just lying around, that there’d be some of those.
Larry: I mean, we did find some of ‘em, but they’re all melted and rusty and broken and whatnot. ‘Cause of… y’know… bombs and bullets and flamethrowers and other shit.
Ellie: And no offense, but the bags that we’re given are like, really small.
Larry: I don’t think they’re that small.
Ellie: …Okay.
Larry: …
Quinn: ‘Kay… maybe try taking the bags from the corpses? They have those big, military-grade backpacks.
Larry: Sounds sorta fishy… you never know which of them military stuff have trackers on them and which don’t.
Ellie: Haha, you’re being paranoid.
Larry: Am not.
Ellie: You are… heh.
Quinn: *yawn* Well, I th-
