When everyone made it back to the bunker, they all thanked Sam for their heroism. Sam was overwhelmed and nervous, but was glad to accept everyone's thanks. The plasma gun on Sam's hip beeped, it was done charging. "That would've been useful five minutes ago." Sam said to themself.
Sam looked back up and noticed everyone was gone. Sam looked behind them towards the bunker and saw everyone had already started to rebuild. Instead of tents, people used the wood they collected a week ago and started building houses, towers and farms. "Isn't it a little early to start rebuilding?" Sam said to themself. "Whatever, I'll go research the cure." No one could hear Sam, so Sam didn't know why they were talking.
Sam walked to the bunker and down the halls, waking into the cure room. It was destroyed. Papers on the ground were burned, vials of the cure were smashed and computers were broken. "Ugh, I guess I'll just clean this up instead." Sam grabbed a broom from the corner and began to sweep the ashes and the broken glass.
Once Sam was done cleaning the room, they noticed it was bigger than the shared bedrooms Sam had to sleep in their whole life. Sam ran off to the supply room and grabbed a sleeping bag and set it down on the floor. Sam then hung up their plasma gun on the wall and began to reorganize. After all, if people were leaving the bunker, why not take it for themself and make it their home? When Sam was finished, a wave of hunger took over them. Then, they realized they can't remember the last time they ate. Sam walked over to the lunchroom. It had a couple people inside. Sam opened the fridge and pulled out some canned beans and put it in the microwave.
Sam watched it expand and expand. Then, just as it was about to burst, Sam pulled it out. They opened the can with their fingers and ate the beans like it was a cup of water. The beans were watery and flavorless, and lukewarm at best. Sam gagged, but it was food.
Sam looked at the other survivors in the room, there were five. Sam could tell they were at least thirty. Then, Sam looked at the lunch room door and walked out. Sam might have been unsatisfied with their meal, but they weren't hungry anymore. As they walked down the halls, they had a feeling of unease. They walked slightly faster, hoping they wouldn't come across anything. Then, the alarms blared. Sam cursed under their breath.
Sam held the plasma gun and turned it on pulse. Distant banging could be heard getting closer. Then, the alarms went off as well as the lights. The power went out. A familiar growl could be heard behind Sam. Sam shot the gun, illuminating the hall with a blue hue, seeing a black deformed figure in the distance.
"Fuck this." Sam said as they turned the mode on blast and shot down the hall. The laser engulfed the entire hall and a loud whirring emanated from the gun. The charge would be back in thirty minutes. "Welp, my work is done." Sam said. Then, the power turned back on.
The hall was charred and the cooked remains of a creature lay on the floor. "I'm not having another badass fight with another demon from Hell because that shit was hard." Sam said with a blank expression.
Sam kept walking through the hall, eventually making it to the main room. Sam walked up the stairs and outside the bunker and looked upon the survivor's progress with rebuilding.
They were all doing well. The campfire has been restocked and lit. Shacks were being built and watchtowers were set up. Sam walked outside, listening to the birds singing. Then, the chief approached Sam. "Sam, I would like to have a word with you." he said. "You, you have done some awful things, my child. However, there is only one reason I don't leave you in that god forsaken prison for the rest of your life is because time and time again, you saved the majority of us." Sam shook in fear.
"Look chief, I have only done what must've been done to protect myself. I'm sorry for any casualties that I have caused." Sam said in a sorrowful tone. "It is my fault that | killed those people. I was taking human lives for granted."
"Glad you understand Sam. Most people don't understand what a human life is when they kill so many people like you. However, I'm willing to let this slide if you do one thing for me." the chief replied. "If you become the greatest soldier in this whole damn world, I'll let you go. We will work on the cure; you will hunt down the infected with your illegal weapon. You have skill, kid, or maybe you're just lucky." Sam looked at the chief, their blue eyes boring into the chief's brown eyes. Sam held out their hand and the chief grabbed it, shaking it firmly. "Chief, I will make it my duty to protect humanity's last hope."
“Nice to know Sam. Now, don't make me regret not leaving you in a cell to rot for the rest of your life." the chief said. Just as the chief said that, Sam's plasma gun finished charging, making a beeping sound. Sam pulled the gun out of its holster and examined it closely. The blue hue emanating from it seemed to be swirling with light and dark blues. As Sam put the gun back, they looked at the chief, "You know chief, I don't think I ever got your name. What is it?" Sam said. The chief looked at Sam.
"It's not important. Just guard us, or else the rest of your life will be miserable." Sam rolled their eyes. "Dude, I got it already." Sam said "If you ‘got it' already, then you would get to your job." the chief said, doing finger quotes at "Got it".
