1. Stories of a Post Apocalyptic World: Part 11


    Date: 8/9/2015, Categories: Supernatural, Author: Jasmine_x, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    Vines curled around the gears and cogs of the bunker’s door. Flowers and bushes bloomed in the hot sun as Raquelle stood in amazement. She had never seen plants like these before in the Mojave wasteland. She was used to the sparse desert littered with the odd cactus patch; however this bunker had been overgrown with flowers of all colours. As she looked above the door, she noticed a sign stamped with human blood. ‘Beware, the plants kill’ it read and intrigued, she approached the shelter. She placed her hands on the cold metal of the opening and slid her slender body inside the vault. She looked around the empty lobby of the bunker, the plants didn’t seem to inhabit past the door. Slowly, she looked around the entrance before examining the old, rusted lockers and toolboxes for supplies. As she rustled around amongst the duct tape and spanners, she heard an unnerving noise echo from the bunker below. Raquelle began to backpedal towards the wilderness as more noises followed. As her back hit the door, more curiosity began to take control of her body. She took a few deep breaths and hesitantly, she moved back towards the staircase at the end of the lobby. The metal steps clanged as she began to go down to the lower decks. More noises began to echo from below, this time more frequently as if the creatures below could sense that Raquelle was there. She approached the first deck with caution as she saw some more of the brightly coloured plants blossoming in the corner. Steam ...
    hissed from the ruptured pipes overhead and the old machinery gave an eerie feel to the deck. The growls and roars from below continued to echo, startling Raquelle each time the sound hit her. She had never been an adventurous person but the signs and pleasant scent of the flowers brought her out of her shell a little bit. Remembering what she had read earlier, she stepped over the flowerbeds that were delicately sprouting around the old metal flooring of the vault. The windows between the atrium and the small living quarters next to it were all smeared with blood which added to the creepy backdrop that surrounded young Raquelle. She peered in each of the windows seeing nothing but an old bed and more plants. “What the fuck has happened?” She asked herself before walking towards the next flight of stairs. Raquelle went deeper into the unknown, the noises becoming louder as she did. More steam filled the air as it sprayed from the pipes and a pleasant scent continued to leak from the vents. As she reached the next deck, her eyes diverted to the ground and more importantly a blood trail. She started to follow it quickly, determined to find out what happened to the dwellers of this installation. Unfortunately, she found nothing but an old bathroom as she reached the end of the trail. Her heart was thudding from the tension that was slowly building however she began to calm down as she looked at herself in the cracked mirror. Her long black hair was still perfectly neat and her dark ...
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