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It may not be suitable for all listeners. Listener discretion is adv the Midnight Mystery Presents Bunker 8 Season 1 Episode 2 the Arrival the slow grind of the elevator's gears was the only sound I could hear. It was like a constant reminder that I was moving further away from the surface. I looked up and the entrance. Hang on. The entrance. It's. It's now just a tiny dot. How deep does this elevator go? Finally, what felt like a couple of hours. The elevator finally stopped. As I stepped out, the silence was even more intense. I had arrived at an underground chamber that was dimly lit and spacious. The air was cool and had a faint earthy smell. Stone walls surrounded me, showing signs of alarm age and the space was empty and yet very quiet, making it feel even more deserted. I began to walk through a long hallway that stretched out before me. Dim lights lined the corridor, barely illuminating the path. After walking for a few minutes, I reached a wooden door. I opened it and entered what looked like my bedroom. The bedroom was plain, just a bed, a desk, a locker and a treadmill. Some weights in the corner. I guess that's gonna be useful. And there and there was this smell of fresh paint and bleach. They really cleaned up in here. Then I discovered a small greenhouse. It was filled with herbs and a few flowers with a sprinkler system attached above. It was probably set to an automatic timer. It was odd to see someone like this down here, but but I thought it might be a good opportunity to learn gardening. It should keep you busy. Next, the medical bay. The Shelves were lined with bottles of. Let's see here. We've got vitamin A, B, C and D. Great. My daily cocktail to keep the scurvy and the dark moods at bay. Then the bathroom. All you needed was complete with a shower and toilet. The storage room was next. It had rows and rows of cans and packets. Chicken and rice, beef and carrots. Great. No menu variety here, just sustenance. But wait. Tucked at the back, a box of coffee and some really cheap whiskey that was in a plastic bottle. Really, it wasn't much, but. But I guess we'd have to do. The kitchen was basic but equipped. I couldn't make do. It was the communications room that really caught my attention. A bank of monitors, a maze of cables. And there the communication intercom system. It looked ancient, but I was pretty sure I knew how to use it. Above the monitors was an odd looking clock. It was electronic with big red numbers. 12:32pm Christ, it's already been three hours, man. As I inspected the computers, the reality set in. This was it. This was my world for the next six months. Monitor, report, Survive, get paid. Easy. Alright, I guess it's time to check out the cell blocks. This was where things started to get interesting. Depending on how you really looked at it. Three of them. A, B and C. Huge metal doors, huh? Really made you wonder what needed such heavy guarding. I noticed there was rust. Not just a spot here and there, but trails of it, especially along the sides. And a good amount on the ground leading into the cells. Great. Good for them for leaving me something to do. Jesus Christ. Alright, I guess I should get. Hmm. Cell block A, B and C. Each one locked up tight. Not that I was expecting a welcome sign, but this level of security, there's secrecy. What was I doing? I shouldn't have been thinking about these things. I just need to just, just, just follow your orders. And do. When I was in the military, we were trained to observe the sea beyond the surface. And right here, the surface was screaming that whatever was behind these doors was something big that they didn't want out. But curiosity was getting the better of me. I don't know, it was that soldier's instinct, I guess. The need to know your environment to understand the potential threats and assets. These cells, they were part of the job. Part of the bunkers mystery. I was going to have to open them eventually to see what was inside. What the hell is that?