#bunker tag

[theshelledonespods]

been a while since i've done any good bunkerposting, huh? well, wait no longer. they're back! or at least adds is, and bunker's sniper is following along in her wake to watch her die gruesomely when she loses. thats life.

[ezerkenegdc]

the  flickering  fluorescent  light  bathed  the  cramped  concrete  bathroom  in  a  beryl  blue  shade  causing  what  had  been  crimson  and  puce  to  appear  pitch  and  pallid  in  the  cracked  mirror. a  sharp  inhale  at  the  sight,  a  sharper  exhale  shortened  by  staccato  deep  coughs  that  had  her  breaking  eye  contact  with  the  cadaverous  reflection  looking  back  at  her. when  the  coughing  fit  subsided,  she  twisted  the  cold  water  tap  and  scrubbed  from  forearm  to  fingertip  with  the  same  fervor  as  lady  macbeth  did  with  her  damned  spot  until  the  water  was  running  clear  and  the  ache  fluttering  across  her  knuckles  slightly  dulled  down.  there  was  nothing  equally  clean  enough  to  dry  her  hands  with  so  they  hung  lamely  above  the  basin  until  the  dripping  slowed  and  her  courage  had  time  to  gather  around  her.  only  then  did  she  dare  to  let  her  gaze  fall  below  her  shoulders  to  inspect  the  burn  stretching  across  the  right  side  of  her  body. a  hesitant  finger  reached  out  to  touch  it  to  see  if  there  was  still  feeling  there,    but  contact  was  not  established  for  long  because  as  soon  as  flesh  met  singed  flesh  tears  poured  down  her  ruddy  cheeks  and  she  was  biting  her  own  bicep  to  keep  from  crying  out  and  waking  miriam. the  pretty  fabric  she  had  chosen  to  wear  that  morning  that  had  once  draped  loosely  across  her  ribs  and  soft  stomach  no  longer  were  separate,    and  trying  to  do  so  only  resulted  in  blood  and  more  tears.  blindly  she  reached  behind  her  to  shut  the  door  as  her  pained  noises  grew  in  volume  only  to  remember  belatedly  that  the  doors  had  been  removed  from  their  hinges  for  protective  measures. 

                                        always  the  fool  with  the  slowest  heart.

  the  radiation,    he  explained  as  he  laid  the  hammer  at  her  bare  feet.  and  the  concussion,    he  added  as  he  crawled  across  the  mottled  length  of  her  body  to  lay  against  her  back.  you  could  pass  out  from  either,    the  doors  will  have  to  go  until  i  know  that  the  dangers  have  passed,   he  said  as  he  pressed  kisses  along  the  curve  of  her  shoulder  as  she  faced  resolutely  away  from  him,    every  inch  of  her  as  stiff  as  she  could  muster  in  the  moment.   what  if  i  couldn’t  get  to  you?  or  you  couldn’t  get  to  our  daughter?  what  then?    he  cooed  as  he  pressed  his  stubbled  cheek  against  the  crown  of  her  soot  covered  head.   baby,  baby,    aren’t  you  overjoyed?    our  daughter.   our  daughter  is  with  us,  again!    she  flinched  at  the  use  of  the  shared  determiner,    our  ,    neither  of  them  deserved  to  carry  the  title  that  it  implied  after  what  stretched  between  them.  there  was  too  much  pain,    too  much  pain  ,    and  he  wanted  to  pretend  that  there  was  something  more  than  biology  tethering  them  together?    hannah  wanted  to  hit  him  all  over  again  as  the  thoughts  of  their  failure  continued  to  spiral  and  build  within  her.  it  was  his  fault  that  they  had  been  set  to  this  path,    but  it  was  also  hers  for  never  thinking  to  stray  from  it,    to  never  look  too  closely  at  his  story.  grief  blinded  her  and  he  knew  it.  she  moved  then,  her  elbow  making  contact  with  his  rib  cage  causing  him  to  sigh  before  seeking  her  mouth  with  his.  she  attempted  to  deny  him,  but  his  hand  found  the  burn  which  brought  about  a  stillness  allowing  for  the  affection  he  wanted  to  be  gained. he  promised  to  return  shortly  with  medicine  for  it  before  removing  himself  from  her  bed  and  the  room  with  the  doors  tucked  under  his  arm  and  a  smile  on  his  face  as  if  he  had  completed  a  task  on  his  honey  to-do  list  for  her. 

                                            how  was  i  supposed  to  see  the  way?

her  jaw  trembled  as  her  teeth  bared  down  once  more. the  pain  was  becoming  too  much  and  what  her  husband  professed  to  fear  was  becoming  more  reasonable  by  the  second. she  did  not  want  to  pass  out. she  did  not  want  to  make  him  right. hadn’t  she  done  that  enough?    hannah  reached  for  the  counter  to  steady  herself  when  a  clanging  noise  echoed  behind  her. a  rattling  of  some  sort  followed  that  she  did  not  immediately  place,  but  once  she  did,  it  was  with  sobering  and  chilling  clarity:    the  handcuffs.  miriam’s  handcuffs,  to  be  exact.  she  wasn’t  sure  where  joseph  found  them,    if  they  had  been  from  his  own  arrest  or  if  he  thought  to  steal  them  before  pulling  their  bodies  from  the  crumpled  truck,    but  that  really  wasn’t  all  that  important  in  the  grand  scheme  of  their  current  situation,  was  it?    what  she  did  know  was  that  this  was  also  for  their  protection.  keeping  her  confined  to  her  bed  was  going  to  be  difficult,    he  had  lamented  as  he  lifted  their  daughter’s  bird  bone  wrist  to  the  brutalist  metal  bed  frame.  he  continued  his  speech  from  there,  but  the  delirium  keeping  her  bound  to  her  bed  also  kept  her  from  comprehending  any  full  sentences  or  meaning  from  it.  how  long  ago  was  that  one-sided  conversation? 

                                                turn  off  all  alarms  and  lie  to  me.

the  charred  parts  of  hannah’s  body  are  hastily  angled  away  from  miriam’s  narrowed  line  of  vision  as  she  moves  to  soothe  her  child.  she  wanted  to  assuage  her  that  everything  in  the  end  would  be  well  and  right,    but  the  other  parent  beat  her  to  the  conversation  leaving  no  room  for  her  soft  words.  she  did  not  speak  when  he  spoke,    she  did  not  move  when  he  moved;    this  was  the  way.   joseph  was  seated  in  a  dinged  silver  and  brown  chair  that  was  angled  towards  miriam   with  his  legs  stretched  out  before  him  so  far  that  they  disappeared  beneath  the  bed  itself. a  familiar  and  relaxed  pose,    but  his  nose  was  crooked  a  little  too  far  to  the  left,    his  eyes  a  little  too  ringed  with  purpling  bruises  for  there  to  be  any  comfort  to  be  found  in  the  familiarity.   what  a  sight  he  must  make  to  miriam  now,    lording  over  her  in  this  righteousness.   what  a  sight  she  must  make,    kneeling  at  his  side  with  her  clean  hands  against  his  thigh.   “    please,  joseph.  ”     she  hysterically  begged  as  tears  sprung  anew.   “   please,  don’t  do  this.  ”  he  raised  an  eyebrow  as  if  to  say:    do  what?    and  hannah  tilted  her  chin  in  miriam’s  yelling  direction  as  if  to  say:   this,   to  her.  

                                                        haven’t i given enough?

“   it’s  been  a  long  day.   you  must  be  tired.   ”    joseph  reasoned  all  honey  like  as  the  night  reached  the  darkest  point.  his  rough  hand,    which  she  once  admired  for  its  shapely  appearance,   wrapped  possessively  around  her  wrist  as  he  reached  beside  the  chair  to  grab  a  canary  yellow  med  kit  bursting  at  the  seams.  he  began  to  set  the  bag  on  the  corner  of  the  twin  bed,  but  miriam’s  sock-covered  feet  stopped  him  short  as  they  feverishly  kicked  in  his  direction.  the  look  he  gave  her  was  that  of  a  benevolent  father  as  he  laid  the  kit  instead  on  his  unoccupied  thigh.  from  within he  pulls  a  squat  vial  of  colorless  liquid  with  a  smudged  label  and  a  thin  syringe  tipped  with  a  capped  needle. hannah  began  to  fight  as  his  teeth  wrapped  around  the  cap,    his  intentions  had  become  clear.  she  didn’t  know  what  was  in  the  vial,  didn’t  know  what  it  could  do,    and  she  didn’t  know  if  it  would  be  used  to  harm  miriam  further.  he  held  fast  though,    and  shushed  her  as  the  needle  punctured  the  thin  membrane  keeping  the  clear  liquid  trapped.  instead  of  tugging,    she  tried  pushing,    if  he  fell  maybe  she  could    —    ?    the  needle  pressed  against  the  crook  of  her  elbow,    the  plunger  is  pressed  down  swiftly,    and  the  fight  is  quelled.  as  her  last  act  she  bites  not  her  own  flesh,    but  his,   where  her  own  face  marked  his  salty  skin.   it  is  strange  to  know  what  both  versions  of  you  taste  like.   the  world  was  an  endless  night  as  her  daughter  howled,  and  her  husband  hummed.

                                                                given enough?

twice,    the  sun  uselessly  traveled  across  the  sky  before  hannah  found  the  strength  to  open  her  eyes  in  the  darkened  room.  leaving  her  decumbent  position  felt  impossible,    so  her  sleep  laden  limbs  did  what  her  eyes  could  not.  ringless  fingers  crossed  mountains  and  valleys  taking  stock  of  the  damage  that  remained  until  they  shyly  reached  the  bandage  wrapped  loosely  around  her  midsection.  the  metallic  butterfly  had  wings  that  easily  parted  as  she  peeled  away  layer  by  layer  until  her  stomach  was  made  bare.  her  mouth  went  dry  as  the  filtered  air  pressed  drafty  kisses  along  the  damage.   what  did  it  look  like?   did  it  look  as  disgusting  as  she  felt?   before  the  exploration  could  continue  to  what  had  become  of  the  rest  of  her,    a  voice  she  terribly  missed  broke  the  silence.   "    you  know  he  will  never  let  us  leave,  right?   you  know  this  is  our  grave.   "  @prodigcl  confessed ,   her  voice  like  a  croak.   with  little  care  for  the  pain  it  caused,  hannah  rested  her  chin  against  her  shoulder  as  she  sought  the  outline  of  her  daughter  in  the  dimness  and  found  that  while  her  injuries  appeared  to  be  taken  care  of  ,     her  wrist  was  still  bound  above  her  head.   they  had  failed  there  it  seemed,    but  that  could  be  their  only  failure  if  there  was  going  to  be  a  chance  of  survival.   “  no,”    hannah  firmly  replied.  “    no,    i  won’t  let  it  be  yours. i  have  failed  you  too  many  times  before,    and  i  will  not  fail  you  again .” 

[theshelledonespods]

RIP adds !! heres a silly little doodle to memorialize the contest lmao. honestly she got further than i was expecting im proud of her but only one dark haired gap toothed merc could move onto the next round <3 godspeed hunter ( @scozthewoz ) gib them all girliepop !!!

(bonus scooter doodle. for funsies)

[ezerkenegdc]

abigail hated the bunker. its darkness scared her, the creak of the steel walls letting them know the world above was shaking. the girl shook with it, backed into a small corner. "when can we leave, aunt hannah?"

@atnemnt

 Reaching out for her niece, Hannah pulled the small girl into her arms.  There was a terrible weight upon her own chest as the concrete shook around them, would the next seven years be like this?  Minor earthquakes shaking them unevenly back and forth?  Hannah prayed not, it would be difficult and neausiating to live like that.  Like being on the sea during a storm, but without any hope that the end was in sight soon.  Hooking her arms around Abigail, she pressed her lips to the top of her head before laying her cheek against her hair.  Who knew who survived.  Who knew who was burning at this very moment.  They were lucky to have made it, and lucky to have each other and the two boys who slept in the cot across from them.  How they slept was a mystery, but she thought it may have had something to do with the stress and adrenaline finally catching up with them.  

 “ Not for a while. ” She honestly spoke for once.  There would be no use in lying and saying it would be soon, or tomorrow, or even a month from now.  It would be seven years before they stepped foot outside the concrete walls.  Seven years before they could see the family they were seperated from.  It did not seem like an easy path was set before them, but TOGETHER, they may be able to see it through and make the time go by quickly.  “ We have to stay here to stay safe.  It may seem scary now, but we can decorate the halls and your room to make it less so.  We can even explore every nook and cranny until you feel safe here. If you grow bored of exploring we can make up games or try new things.  Then before you know it, the world will be safe again and we can go back outside.  Give it time, darling girl.  It will all be okay. ”

[ezerkenegdc]

Bunkers were dark. They had light but it wasn’t sunlight. “What do you think it’ll look like when we get to leave?”

@blesscdbliss

  Paint dried on her fingers as she laid her head in her sister’s lap.  The smooth concrete made for a fine canvas, but the image that now graced their face was nothing compared to the real thing.  Trees, flowers, and SUNLIGHT.  She missed the warmth of the sunlight upon her skin chasing away the chill of the night.  She missed the breeze caressing her skin and fighting off the heat that the sun kissed her with.  A sigh left her lips as she closed her eyes to help her picture what the new world may look like.  Various media had different images of what post-apocalyptic america would look like, but they had nothing factual to base their images off of.  Therefor none could be viewed as the truth.  Which put those who survived at a disadvantage.  What she did picture was deep dips in the earth from where the bombs had fallen, nothing able to grow to fill what they left behind.  She pictured mutilated animals roaming the lands, overgrown and different.  She could not say how they were different, but the differences were enough that a person was left with a sense of discomfort after seeing them. 

  She did not wish to share these thoughts, though.  They would not bring any comfort to Faith.  Instead Hannah forced herself to smile and spun a story about how it would be exactly the same.  Just with less people now.  “ It will be as if we have only left for a long trip.  When we leave the bunkers in a few years, we will be able to return back to our familiar  homes and fields.  The grass may be overgrown, and animals may have made homes within ours if we did not lock up tight, but we can take care of that.  We can fix anything, and then go back to living our lives.  It will be as if we never left.  The only difference will be that we will be purged of sinners.  Only the chosen will walk the Earth. ”