Life of a 13 year old- Follow Mr. S inside the bunker
"What is this place?", you carefully descend the steel stairwell. The entire place is only lighted by florescent rods above. You wonder what is going to happen with Lara Croft who is still dehydrating to death. The grey, metal walls can't help but make you feel uncomfortable, like this place is some sort of prison. You aren't sure what is going to happen to you, but the two guards and Mr. S can't be good. The machine guns carried by the guards clank and echo in the huge chamber.
"Excellent question.", he grins in delight. The three of you approach a large blast door, maybe 50 feet tall and can fit two cars through. Is separated in the middle vertically with complex mechanics on both side. Yellow caution striped paint run down both sides.In the center, beams of steel meet and lock an odd hexagon like device shut. The guard punches in some numbers and scans his eye in the holographic display on it. The floor shakes and heavy machinery wines as the door parts. The beams retract one by one as yellow and red lights flash above it.
A beam of pure white light cracks open and illuminates Mr. S's face. "This...is...Valhalla.".
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