The Bunker
Opening the wooden door I entered the room to be greeted by the rusty squeak of hinges and the groaning creek of old floorboards, my old boots padded lightly on the floor as I passed a small sparse kitchen with its old coal furnace dimly lighting a lone table at its center. Opening the adjacent door it lead to a small bedroom containing a double bed and nightstand bathed in the light of a small kerosene lamp that flickered from the table beside the wardrobe. I entered the room and sat on the bed sighing in relief at finishing another hard day’s work, eventually taking off my boots to then lay back and relax.
My name is Miles James Leo, I prefer just Miles honestly. I'm a 23 year old man who works in the mines almost all day. It ain't the b…