Home is where the heart is
Apr. 13th, 2008 12:10 pmMakita's breathless laughter proceeds her entrance into the bunker that is the closest thing she has to a home in Bahamut. She glances back over her shoulder to grin up at Proto, "I won, so you have to cook dinner. Really, Proto," she teases, "How are you going to fight off all those Reds if you can't run any faster than that."
The bunker doesn't really deserve the word. It's just the basement of a bombed out apartment building connected by tunnels to other basements in the area. Makita remembers a time when it was cramped with all the people packed into it, but the war has not been kind to the population of the city, and now the space feels almost too large for the two young people who remain.
The bunker doesn't really deserve the word. It's just the basement of a bombed out apartment building connected by tunnels to other basements in the area. Makita remembers a time when it was cramped with all the people packed into it, but the war has not been kind to the population of the city, and now the space feels almost too large for the two young people who remain.