Bunker System Novels & Stories

The rain had turned into a steady, punishing deluge against the reinforced glass of the Blackwood security terminal in Southwark. Inside the subterranean bunker, the emergency back-up generators hummed with a low, vibrating drone that offered zero comfort to the skeleton crew staring at the main display panels. The air smelled strongly of copper, synthetic cooling fluid, and overheated processors—heavy with the suffocating static that always precedes a total systemic collapse.

I was a white blur of teeth and fury, leaping over the barricades and diving straight into the service entrance that led to the sub-basement. The bunker was designed to withstand a nuclear blast, but as I reached the final reinforced door, I saw that the Coven hadn't used explosives. They had used rot. The heavy titanium was weeping a black, oily substance that smelled of ancient graves. The lock didn't just fail; it dissolved. I shifted back to my human form as I stepped into the dim light of the bunker, my breath hitching in my throat. The room was freezing. Frost covered the monitors, and the emergency lights were pulsing a sickly, rhythmic purple.

“Are you planning on moving any confidential information from the plant, or are you going to lock it down even tighter in there?” Blake takes a deep breath. His gaze drops to the ground as he shakes his head. “Several years ago, a secret bunker was built under the addition they were building. I will move the confidential documents there. Only a handful of people have the clearance and the codes to get into it. It was too much of a pain to use it before, but it is probably our best option now.” I grunt, “Agreed. Do you need us to help you? We can go do it tonight when very few people are around.”