David and Marcel weren’t so confidant and held back.
“Don’t worry, it’s safe” called James and the other two reluctantly followed.
The small entrance opened up into a larger and somehow illuminated chamber.
It looked like it hadn’t been disturbed for some time.
Marcel wondered why such a shelter hadn’t been used, let alone discovered by the hordes of people living in tents and make shift shelters only a hundred metres away outside.
“It’s a special place Marcel” James said reading his thoughts.
“And also your final resting place” came a voice to there left, they all turned to face Mr.Blanc holding a rather large gun at them.
“I don’t think so” said James flatly.
“What gives you so much confidence James” Mr. Blanc emphasised the name James to highlight his awareness of James true being.
“Me” said a voice from behind Mr. Blanc and a loud clunk was heard. Mr. Blanc slumped to the ground to reveal Missy Pheelyne holding a large skillet.
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