@calbeckbs
The bunker was still as a grave.
Nobody dared make a noise for fear of what was out there, waiting for them. What might hear them and decide to come in.
Yes, the bunker was quiet. But Faustās mind refused to shut up.
Itās your fault. Everyone is in danger and itās your fault.
These words looped on repeat in his head, pounded in his ears- the words were persistent and vile and achingly true. Faust curled in on himself as if he could vanish into his little corner of the bunker.Ā
It didnāt work.
Footsteps approached him; Faust looked up and caught the eye of one of the others that were cooped up in the bunker with him.
It was the marksman. Faust struggled to remember his name...Cal, maybe?
āIām not very good conversation right now,ā Faust informed him. His voice still sounded ragged and hoarse from far too much crying.















