The bunker was cold, yet much dryer than the shower taking place outside. Elizabeth looked down the deprecated stairwell with a frown. She did not enjoy the dark and damp of underground, with the creepy crawlies. Then she heard a noise. The sound of several sound men laughing and yelling, coming her way. They must be coming to the bunker for shelter, or some kind of nefarious means. She did not want to know who it was or what they where up to, especially alone. The darkness seemed more preferable than dealing with who ever was coming.
Taking a flashlight from her bag she started stepping down into the dark. She reached the bottom and scanned the room with light. Occult symbols, Ruse slurs, phone numbers, and some highly inappropriate drawings covered the walls, on the far side was an open doorway. Something called to her.
She did not know what it was. She could not hear it, but it spoke to her. She could not see it, but she knew it vague image. She walked through the door and down another flight of steps. She herd voices behind her. Sound of men talking, teasing to whom would go down the stairwell. She continued on, spellbound....
She woke up from her haze, she looked around. She was in a strange room, She could not hear any noise except dripping water. She panned her flashlight around and froze. The skull was looking right at her. A human skull, its body laid out, its hand over its chest. After a few moments she moved the light, another, then another. Five in all. All laying as if in agony. Elizabeth started to hyper ventilate, swinging the light around again and then stopped.
The book laid on a makeshift stone alter. On one side of it was a silver cup, and on the other a long burned out candle. The book itself was pitch black, with an ominous yet unidentifiable symbol on the front cover. She picked it up slowly and leafed through its pages. Its slightly blood-red pages where empty, except the last pages of the book. There written in fine white text upon back thick paper was a long multi page list. Or at least Elizabeth though it as a list. Its letters where strange and twisted, unreadable to her.
She felt something behind her. Swinging and shining her light, nothing, just an empty doorway. She suddenly realised she might be lost. She walked to the door way and looked out. Nothing but a long and dark hallway with branching doors and halls. She was lost. Was she going to die? She started to panic when she saw a flowing robe move at the end of the hall. Instead of terror, she felt comforted and followed it. Weaving through the maze-like bunker she followed the robe, always just around the next corner. Soon she was at the stairwell, sunlight could be seen far up. She caustically made her way up, slipping the book into her bag.
The outer bunker was empty, the boys where gone but the smell of cannabis was in the air. She looked down the bunker one last time and quickly ran home over the wet ground.