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The banger keeps banging, while he bangs you can’t help but remember your family.
Who you brought with you.
It completely slipped your mind for a second, funny thing that. You couldn’t live without SON,WIFE,and DAUGHTER.
In a spare room you keep your family with various extra supplies, the other beds, the toys, and most of your entertainment is kept in this extra room. The family room. It’s the closest thing you’ve got to your old living room, a leather couch and an antique rug taking up more space than you’re comfortable with, but WIFE managed to sway you on it. If the family’s comfortable and happy then so are you.
You peek your head in and say hello, the banging is sufficiently less audible from within here, and you deliberately stay between them and the main room with the ladder as the rattling outside continues, It’s better for them not to know about these things. Keep things worry free.
After an hour of chit chat and having to awkwardly idle in front of the door frame you decide to just join them in the family room and wait it out, joining your wife and daughter on the couch as your son plays on the rug. They are none the wiser. Any questions regarding the faint thumping are written off as the bunker making various sounds.
You elect to sleep on the couch in the family room as the chosen nightly movie comes to a close, one by one they all head to bed, the thumping persists.
It’s not until the next day that you’re gifted with silence. Whoever it was they’re gone now.
Your family awakes gradually.
Your wife goes to make breakfast from your selection of food items
Your daughter remains in the family room reading a book
And your son wanders off to the storage room.
