The world spins, I want to throw up. The pain is everywhere. It's cold, too cold. That's not good. I try to sit up, and I hiss out in pain. My leg throbs, my side aches. My vision blurred. I blink, once, twice, three times, and my vision starts to steady itself. Stone walls, shelves of canned goods, a small table and two chairs, a kerosine stove and lamps. I'm in a bunker. How did I end up here? And then my answer presents itself. She's there sitting across from me on the floor. I'm on a cot.
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