Why did the Henderson family seal themselves underground for three months in 1962? What were they hiding from that never came? Which provisions spoiled first - the food or the family? And why does the emergency radio still broadcast pleading voices from an empty frequency?
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When the whole world is entrenched in the bunker of physical and often emotional isolation, only flexibility and ingenuity can revive us to remain grounded and imbibe the bolstering sunlight piercing through the canvas of chaos
― Erik Pevernagie
Welcome to the Bunker in the Woods! The cabin map is a re-work of the older map “Cabin in the Woods” using only my custom assets.
When I stumbled upon the remote cabin in the dense woods, I thought I’d found shelter from the approaching storm. But in the cellar hatch, iron rungs descended into darkness.
My lantern’s glow revealed a vast underground bunker, stocked with supplies as if awaiting an apocalypse. Dusty cots and maps lined the concrete rooms. What secrets lay buried here?
That night, howling winds whipped the trees. From deep below, I heard shifting and scratching, as of many feet tunneling ever closer. The hatch burst open and pale hands dragged me screaming into blackness.
I awoke strapped to a table in an angry hive, surrounded by the pale and twisted inhabitants of this wrongful refuge. They had remained entombed for years, mutated by some radiative blight, nourished only by the flesh of lost wanderers.
Their leader leaned in, sightless face splitting in a rictus grin, and whispered of their vision - of spreading their disease to the outside world and building a new subterranean kingdom in its ruins. My screams were muffled as needles pierced my veins, infecting me with their spore. Soon I would help their colony burst forth from this bunker like a ruptured cyst. The storm had merely been a harbinger; the real calamity was only beginning.
