The moment the gunfire erupted, chaos swallowed the bunker whole.
The bunker shook violently as another blast struck the entrance, sending a shower of debris cascading down. The group scrambled for cover, their hearts pounding as the mechanical hum outside grew deafening.
"We can't stay here!" Arya shouted, her voice barely cutting through the chaos.
Zack gritted his teeth, scanning the limited exits. There was no way out except the way they came —and that was already compromised. They had no choice but to fight.
Jake was the first to move, drawing his weapon and ducking behind a stack of crates. "Ambrose, take the left! Clark, take the right!" He barked orders, years of survival instincts kicking in.
Zack yanked Arya and Olivia behind a rusted crate just as another blast struck the metal wall, sending shards flying. The heat from the energy weapons seared the air, filling the space with the acrid scent of burning metal and dust.
