The Bunker

By @ChloeB

The Bunker

By @ChloeB

This is the story of a young girl in 8th grade whose aim is to become popular, but things don't go as planned...

Chapter 3

Day Twenty-Nine In The Bunker

Today was the day, Sunday. The hissing of pipes running through the vent whistled in my ears as I hid the small water pail under the cot where I sat, waiting for the door to open. I focused on the unfamiliar sound when Dewey marched in with the same Kroger grocery bag filled with new supplies, but there was something different this time. He held a newspaper in his other hand. I tilted my head in confusion but jolted when he threw the grocery bag to the floor and walked towards me with the newspaper in hand. He groaned as he bent down to sit beside me and opened the newspaper wide for the both of us to see. I studied the paper and read the headline, Ingrid Levinson Still Missing After 29 Days: Sunday, August 28, 2011. He looked at me with disappointment, and let out a sigh.

“You lied to me,” he mumbled.

I slowly began to reach my hand down the side of the cot in search for the water pail.


I snatched the rim of the pail and waved it in his direction until it collided with his untamed auburn hair. He grabbed his head and closed his eyes. I stood up and made a run for it through the cement door which lay slightly ajar. I raced down a long corridor until I was met with a sewer ladder with beams of sunlight pouring down from above. I began to climb, but then I heard screams from down the hallway. He was coming. I continued to climb to the top where I tugged in the sewer grate above me, but it wouldn’t budge. I wouldn’t have had enough time to move the grate, but there was nowhere for me to run. He stood below me looking up, and a grin began to spread across his face.

“Stupid. You thought I would let you escape that easily?” he said mockingly, “That’s it, I’m sick of you…you’re done.”

“What do you want from me?” I cried. “I have done nothing to you, you sick man. Let me go! My friends and family are worried!” I wailed.

He started to climb towards me, and I figured I had no other choice than to jump straight down allowing my feet to hit him in the head and knocking him over. We both scrambled to get up, but before I knew it, I was pinned down.

“This was the end,” I thought to myself as I tugged on his clothes, struggling with him to release me, but then I felt a heavy object around his waist.

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