Free The Bunker (The Infected Series Book 2) by Justin Gowland

conversations where the male is always wrong.
    “It looked like the only way to get them out safely.” I said.
    “It was still a stupid thing to do.” She replied.
    “Well it may have been stupid but it worked and here you all are.” I said starting to get frustrated.
    “You know, you could have died.”
    I had to drink some water or I would have shouted at her. Finishing my mouthful I said “Yeah and that’s why I did it and not Chris. He has more to give the group than I have so it had to be me.”
    She stood staring at me for another couple of minutes before heading back to the A.P.C. That woman seemed to make me feel uncomfortable just by looking at me. Chris whistled and I head back to the A.P.C and climbed in and purposely tried not to look at Amy. Chris put the A.P.C in gear and we head off down the country lane.
    Looking at the sky I asked “Are we going to make it before dark?”
    “We’re close and I should be able to get us there before but it might be close.” Chris said.
    “If we are that close just keep going and if we have to use the lights, but I am hoping to get there before the night sets in.” I said.
    The last thing we wanted was to run into a blockade or something by speeding. We had just started up the gravel track to the bunker as the light started to fade. By the time we reached the entrance it was almost dark.
    “We’re here folks.” Chris said.
     
     

Chapter Eleven
     
    Everyone climbed out and I stood watch as Chris opened the hatch, following the last person inside I closed it tight. We waited for the lifts and everyone’s heads were looking everywhere. We all managed to fit into the one lift and took it down to the first floor. Chris led the survivors to the dining room and kitchen. Settling everyone at the tables I went to put the kettle on and get some bottles of water for the kids.
    Chris followed me and said “I think it might be a good idea if one of us carry’s the keys to the armoury and the security room. I don’t want to sound paranoid but after what has happened in the last few days…”
    “I agree. Let’s get our guests sorted and then we can sort other stuff out later.” I answered.
    We walked out the kitchen carrying the bottles of water and hot tea and coffee in some flasks. Setting them on the table we let everyone grab what they wanted. Chris and I sat down and watched as the survivors walked round the room and looked at everything before settling at the tables next to us.
    Chris looked at me and nodded in the direction of our guests.
    I cleared my throat “This place is secure so you don’t have to worry about the infected. There’s four floors, this is the first floor and has two major rooms. One is the operations centre, which up till now hasn’t even been looked at. The second is this dining room and kitchen. It’s fully stocked with enough food for a hundred and sixty staff for I think Chris said two years. Anyway the second floor has security, communications which is where we picked up your cry for help. Also on that floor is the armoury, an indoor range, small gym and a swimming pool of all things. Third floor is where the enlisted would have slept, there is also a large library and communal area, with DVD’s and consoles. The last level has fourteen officer’s quarters, each of those rooms have double beds, shower rooms and a small kitchenette. Now here are the rules and I am sorry to say we have to have them. No one and I repeat no one is to open the main hatch leading outside, unless I or Chris are with them. The reason is obvious, if the infected manage to get inside we are screwed. Also there have been problems with other groups.”
    “What kind of problems?” Amy asked.
    “To tell you the truth I would rather not talk about it in front of the kids. Right the other thing is we have a sustainable power supply so there is constant hot water and the electricity works 24/7. We have some clothing in the armoury that will fit most of the