Chapter 32 - Our own stupidity

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There we were in our new temporary and safe home and should feel safe. But somehow the security did not want to set in with us. Again and again we expected that it would start to rattle at the bunker door and that the Demoids would try to get to us in order to take us back into captivity. But even three days later, none of what we feared had happened.

Instead, we had active contact with the other bunkers, only this one we still could not reach. The others said those had problems with some communication devices before and didn't know how long they could keep contact. But, that as long as the red light on the screen was still on, the bunker was still in operation.

We even made contact with the survivors at the waterworks on Day 4. By then we were relatively sure that we could contact them to inform them that there was this safe bunker with all these supplies. The very next evening they arrived at the bunker and told us that they saw no creatures at all and no Demoids.

Suddenly there had been a lot of activity in the bunker. The kitchen was being put into operation by the women. The men were practicing shooting guns and the children were running around the bunker laughing happily and playing. It had gotten louder and with the silence that had given way, our fear that the Demoids would attack us slowly dried up.

One of the men, a computer scientist, dealt with the security system of our bunker and somehow managed to access the surveillance cameras around our bunker, respectively the building above the bunker. Now there are always two men sitting in front of the monitors, watching them day and night.

On day 10 in the bunker, Yibo was getting impatient. Because I had promised him that we would only stay a few days before we left to continue searching for our parents. Somehow, with all the other survivors, a little normalcy seemed to set in, with which I felt so comfortable that I almost forgot what our next destination was.

Then on day 12 we prepared for our onward journey. Haikuan wanted to accompany us and said that he also hoped to meet familiar faces. Because we decided to go from one bunker to the next, rest there and move on until we arrive at the bunker where we think our parents are. Or hope to find them there.

We packed our backpacks with enough supplies, weapons and ammunition, clothes, batteries for the radios and flashlights. Then we had the car keys of a survivor given to us, filled the tank with gasoline and finally on day 14 we set off again. Since we decided to seek shelter in empty houses and apartments during the daytime hours, we decided not to take tents with us. We have only sleeping bags still subsequently packed.

In the middle of the night we had finally made ourselves on the way. Unfortunately it had snowed in the days before again much and thus we came worse and slower ahead than planned. Again and again we were forced to stop when we came across debris that we had not seen before under the thick blanket of snow. We had to move the debris out of the way or find a way around it. This took us a lot more time than we had anticipated.

After not even half of the planned distance we wanted to cover, we had to look for a hiding place for the day, because we assumed that it would be too dangerous to drive during the day. After all, just because we didn't see the creatures didn't mean they weren't there. And at least the flying black devils were definitely there, as we saw for ourselves. We saw some of them sitting on rooftops. Fortunately, they can't see well at night, so they didn't notice us.

Haikuan stopped at a shopping mall that looked safe, at least from the outside. He drove as close as he could to the side entrance, Yibo picked the lock, and we sneaked inside. First we came to the employee locker room, then the management office and the employee restrooms. We also wanted to look around the department store itself, but there was that suspicious smell of death, so we preferred to retreat to the office and not look around any further.

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