Tuesday Night, Stayed at my house with Derrick, heat is on high.
We have crash landed on an uninhabited planet, the plant life is wildly over grown, like walking through the amazon rain forests of Earth, but the leaves are strange and the sun is surprisingly cool. As we try to survive we discover that the fauna of the planet seems to only be carnivorous. In addition to that the FLORA is also carnivorous, plants will entangle you and secrete acid to digest you slowly alive. Or even go to far as to swallow you whole, but thankfully only as soon as the sun sets. While the sun is out the plants become as harmless as the ones on Earth, and the animals seem to have no interest in us.
Eventually we come upon a strange "bunker" of some kind, or at least that's what we call it. Slick, black, slimy, rock or maybe some kind of metallic alloy? It's surface was rough once, with some kind of pattern or maybe language, but the algae and moss and lichen have softened it. It rises out of the ground about 3 or 4 feet, just tall enough for a human to fit into but with no discerning entrances. It is vast, and so covered with green that you might almost miss it if you weren't looking carefully. We walk around it's perimeter, desperate to get inside to hopefully get one night of restful sleep while the plants and animals feast upon each other.
We finally find several entrances, decide which ones are the easiest to block off and which one is the safest to travel through. We decide on a tunnel that slowly descends into the bunker, an average sized human can only make it through by laying on their stomach and dragging themselves by their elbows. It is best to go feet first as once it reaches inside there is a short drop off. Once inside we see that the bunker is completely abandoned. Nothing remains inside, it's dark and made of the same black, rough, rock like substance, there are small pools of water near what we can only assume are ventilation shafts though we cannot see them. But the rest of the bunker is covered in dust and dirt. We manage to get a torch going as the only beam of light before was from the small shaft we entered through and it only pierced the dense black for a few feet around us.
We find and confirm that this place is completely empty, but strangely there seem to be almost no signs that anything once lived here. Rooms upon rooms, some large with high hanging ceilings, and some small and compartmental. The bunker goes deep as well, while only a few feet high above the ground it goes many, many levels deep into the ground. There are no signs of furniture, or even art, but there is one thing, electricity, wired into the rock and walls. Though deep in the heart of the bunker where the source of it once was, is burned out and rusted, there are no hope of repairs here.
Eventually over the days we find materials to create solar panels, we line the top of the bunker with them and slowly rewire it to them and a battery system, so that once the sun disappears beyond the horizon we will still have light and safety from the nocturnal hunters. When the electricity is first turned on, the inside of the bunker is lit with a soft, bright light that mimics the sun, if you didnt tell anyone they would have probably just assumed it was sunlight. The source of this light is something that remains a mystery to us, when the power is switched on suddenly light appears everywhere as if from nowhere, soft beams with dust floating through them, but no source.
At some point in our explorations we find what seems to be a flying machine. We power it up with the reserves of the solar panels to find that it indeed does work! The controls are different but every flying machine has at least the 4 same basic controls. We pilot it out of the bunker come next morning, if we can get a lay of the land we can use this machine to gather materials and supplies, maybe even find the others. For the first few weeks we find only the essentials; food, water, more materials to make solar panels and furniture. But no sign of humans.
Eventually one day we do find them, small groups of 2 or 3, and after some weeks we have a small group of about 20 or so people to help us. We work in shifts, we teach them how to build more solar panels and how to wire them to accommodate for the larger supply of power that we need. Not all of them are so willing to learn, a few of them are perfectly content to eat and sleep and to take the flying machine out on hunting and gathering missions, but they do not contribute to the society. We never let them take the flying machine alone, as it is our only source of safe exploration.
Soon our population numbers in what might be the hundreds, the top of the bunker is covered in solar panels, and while we must conserve there is no general worry that our power will run out. One day on a mission strictly for exploration, we take a group of 7 people. One of which is one of the less desirable people of the group, but everyone should get an equal chance to prove their worth. He's not young, but he's brash and immature, he thinks the world can never harm him as long as he has his rifle with him, and he unfortunately inspires others to follow his way of living/thinking. While on this mission we land in a clearing far from the bunker, and begin surveying the land, most of us are working but He and group of 2 others are off on the sidelines goofing around. They proudly boast that they will go off and hunt a creature, I tell them not to venture in to the wildness alone, everything we know of is nocturnal but we haven't done much research on that since we have no safe way to really accomplish anything useful. They ignore my warnings and go off anyway.
After a few hours I decide it's time to pack up and start heading back, the sun will start to set in 3 hours and I want plenty of time to get back. Just as we're packing up the flying machine, one of the 3 that went off comes back, he's dirty and looks like he's been attacked by something, his eyes are wide with fear and he yells and motions wildly for me to follow. I am hesitant but eventually I do follow only after telling the crew to be fully packed up and ready to go when we return.
The boy is scared and can barely talk but he keeps muttering something about blood. We venture deep into the forest where the ground is laden with vines and a tangle of roots. I trip over what I think is a large vine, but when I turn to look I notice it is the arm of one of the 3 that left, ripped off straight from the shoulder, still with his blue sleeve on. When I see this I tell the boy I'm following that we have to go back, if there's an arm here the other 2 are most likely dead and it's safer for us to just return. He is delirious and confused but he insists that we keep going, that we save them, he breaks off into a run. I catch up to him, tell him to get back to the ship and push him in the opposite direction, he slowly backs up and then runs off towards the ship to escape. I stand alone in the forest and I feel the presence of something. I slowly stalk into the forest trying to be as quiet as possible, I see blood spattered ever few feet and sometimes other body parts, all with the same blue suit.
Suddenly I hear a scream from in front of me, and I see Him, the guy who took the other two boys with him, the brash one. He's running from something, yelling at me to shoot, shoot at it, but I refuse. I turn around and start running towards the flying machine, it's already started and ready to leave I tell them to take off as I grab onto the landing gear. The ground is shaking and the trees are rumbling with something that is chasing us. As we take off I hear more screams and a ripping sound, we fly over and away from it and the whole forest seams to roar. High in the air I can see the sun is beginning to dip below the horizon, we're just over the bunker, I tell them to land the machine as close to the entrance as possible. As the machine lands the whole forest is shaking and twisting and reaching towards us. The last rays of sunlight are just touching the edges of the bunker. We abandon our supplies, we all go through but the last girl gets stuck, a plant wraps its vines around her arm, but when we hear her screams we grab both her legs and yank as hard as we can to get her inside. Somehow we break the vines grip and she plummets onto the ground. We close the hatch and engage a system of rotating blades that chops up anything that tries to get in. We hear it blending away at something as we run inside to safety.
The rest of the dream is about the human culture inside the bunker, but it's pretty much exactly the same as it is now. There's a high enough population that people form relationships and choose who they want to be with. We have teenagers who do silly things like try to impress boys with make up and adults who know better.
