They are out there. Roaming through the forest, searching for prey. They can feel the flow of networks. Go [o]nline to use the navigation and you shine like a beacon in the dark. But how else can you find the safety of the hidden bunker?

Ready to [s]tart?

Hastily you close the entry behind you. Old signs with arrows on them lead you deeper into the tunnel. A faint hum of generators grows steadily louder in the distance…

— The End —

T[r]y again?