Post by Monty Green on Sept 21, 2017 17:31:59 GMT
The first couple of days in the bunker had been pretty rough for Monty, not only did he arrive late, almost too late but when he did eventually get in he discovered that many of his friends weren’t there. He’d since learnt where those missing friends were but the idea of spending the next five years without them wasn’t comforting for him. Monty wasn’t too keen on the idea of living with grounders either, they intimidated him and it was hard to forget the history that they shared together. But, Monty knew that he had to try to move past everything that had happened, he had to try to get on with his life, even if the idea of doing that was hard.
Monty was on his way back to his bunk, he hoped to get a couple more hours of peace before anyone came looking for him, maybe even get some more sleep because he definitely hadn’t been sleeping well recently. Not that there’s anyone left to come looking, he thought to himself bitterly before shaking his head as if trying to shake the thought from his mind. Then as he turned the corner he spotted a familiar face, one of the few that he was still happy to see “Hey” he greeted Miller, reaching out a hand to stop the man from passing him, afraid that he might not want to speak to him and attempt to avoid him. “You okay?” Monty asked him, he’d heard that his father hadn’t made it into the bunker and he wanted to know how his friend was coping with that. They hadn’t really had a chance to talk much yet, but Monty was glad to see him, he was glad that he wasn’t dead.
Nathan Miller
Monty was on his way back to his bunk, he hoped to get a couple more hours of peace before anyone came looking for him, maybe even get some more sleep because he definitely hadn’t been sleeping well recently. Not that there’s anyone left to come looking, he thought to himself bitterly before shaking his head as if trying to shake the thought from his mind. Then as he turned the corner he spotted a familiar face, one of the few that he was still happy to see “Hey” he greeted Miller, reaching out a hand to stop the man from passing him, afraid that he might not want to speak to him and attempt to avoid him. “You okay?” Monty asked him, he’d heard that his father hadn’t made it into the bunker and he wanted to know how his friend was coping with that. They hadn’t really had a chance to talk much yet, but Monty was glad to see him, he was glad that he wasn’t dead.
Nathan Miller
