Home, Dank Home rp with dee_sanders

[second_son83]

Sam slipped out of the passenger seat of Dee's car and onto wobbly legs. One of his hips popped in quiet annoyance for sitting for so long. Well, they were home now so it could stop complaining. Sam stretched a little and closed the car door behind him.

"Well," he said as he gestured to the bunker door. "This is it. Home, dank home." He started towards the metal door surrounded by concrete, key in hand.