<------------------------------------> I suggest you to read Part 1 before continuing. <------------------------------------>
The darkness opened its mouth as the door opened, welcoming Joan into its dangerously safe belly. Joan stepped in, a bit dazed because of the numbing coldness that pinched his cheeks, and the lack of light that seemed to pick at his eyes. He stumbled a bit, but moved down with sure steps.
The trip down, was an uneventful one. When he reached, he heard the door close, and heard a whooshing sound - the cleaning mechanism. When he was cleaned of all radioactivity and had removed his suit to get some further cleaning done, he heard the voice.
Same tone as before, but much smoother. 'Welcome to Safe-house 281 Joan.' And the chamber finally opened. He went in, a bit scared, and as one should be to expect the unexpected.
The voice belonged to the leader, Mariah. There was another woman, and a small boy. That's what the Safe-house comprised of now. They welcomed him, happy to see another human, and according to Joan, a bit too trustfully. He felt happy.
They ate a big dinner that night, and Gracie, the other woman, sang songs for them. The boy, Harry, clapped along rhythmically, not missing a beat. Joan, sat in front of the fire, smoking. Mariah was listening to Gracie, but her eyes were dreamy.
The next day, Mariah asked if Joan could repair their broadcast receiving radio - they hadn't heard a single broadcast in the past few weeks, and this was making her uneasy. Joan repaired the radio, with uncanny skill, making Mariah a bit suspicious. The next day, the radio, now fit as a fruit, belched out a message.
'Since no one has contacted us for the past 10 days, we assume that the area is dead. We are removing all the defences from this place. We are sorry.' Joan, Mariah and Gracie heard the message, and looked at each other, shocked. From somewhere above, they heard a booming voice.
Someone was breaking down the door.
"There are a million ways we should've died before today, and a million ways we can die before tomorrow. But we fight, for every second we get to spend with each other. Whether it's two minutes or two days, we don't give that up. I don't want to give that up." - The Last of Us.