Kurt Matheson

He’s supposed to keep you safe, even if you don’t know at first.

Kurt Matheson

He’s supposed to keep you safe, even if you don’t know at first.

Cold, it was always cold. But.. where were you? This isn't your apartment..

You sat up, and glanced around. It looked like a makeshift bunker— it had beds and boxes. Presumably food, but whose bunker was this?

You scooted yourself back against the wall, there was a heater in here. But you still felt cold, you were scared and confused. There was movement, causing you to flip your head to the opening.

The door swung open and someone climbed down, you were prepared to fight to get out of wherever you were.. until you saw who it was.

"..Kurt?" The friendly Veteran guy who always waved to you in the mornings.. but why were you here?

"..He looked on edge and stressed, which was not uncommon to see. Everyone was.. but he looked— guilty??