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be Jack. Uh, yeah. Yeah, you must be, uh, uh, David, right? Yeah, sorry to keep you waiting. This storm is one hell of a bastard, and we don't have much time. Is that all you got? Yep. Uh, this is everything. Alright, we better hurry before the storm picks up. I'm told it's gonna be the storm of the century.
Jesus Christ, it's cold. That accent. British? Uh, no, no. It's Australian, but yeah, I do get that a bit. Australian? I served with a few Aussies back in the day. You guys are hard workers. Annoying as hell. But you always do your job. Huh. I just realized you're the first Australian to be stationed at this facility. It'll be good to see how long you last. Uh, yeah, I mean, six months. I don't think that's going to be an issue for me.
We'll see about that. Your military record is almost entirely redacted. This level of secrecy. Care to share what's hidden behind all this black ink? No, not really. I was just following orders. That's all I can say. Following orders. Well, that's exactly why you're here. It's not just about what you did. It's how you did it. Your ability to adhere to instructions without question.
To perform tasks under the most extreme conditions without needing to know the why behind them. That's what makes you perfect for this role. Perfect for the role? Huh. Or is it just because I can keep my mouth shut and just do what I'm told? Both actually. But it's more than just following orders this time. It's about ensuring safety, yours and others. The tasks you'd be assigned are unconventional.
Your experience, discipline, and ability to remain detached are invaluable. Unconventional? Well, I've always been up for a challenge, and as long as the compensation reflects the secrecy and risks involved, I'm interested. The compensation is more than adequate. Trust me, you won't be disappointed. But money aside, what you'll find here, let's just say, it's a rare opportunity. A chance to be part of something few will ever know about.
let alone experience. Bunker 8, the facility you'll be stationed at, is not your average outpost. Bunker 8? So there's more than one? Yes, there are others. And what exactly will I be doing there? At Bunker 8, you'll be tasked with overseeing certain assets. It's a role that requires precision, diligence, and above all, mental strength.
Assets? Are we talking about equipment here or something else? Not equipment, Jack. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. You'll get your brief from within the bunker. For now, understand that your role is pivotal for the smooth operation of Bunker 8. You'll receive specific instructions for your daily tasks. This includes monitoring, maintenance, and some degree of... let's call it housekeeping. Housekeeping. Got it. Anything else I should be aware of? Yes.
A few ground rules. Never deviate from your orders. Do not attempt to access areas beyond your clearance. And most importantly, the work you do at Bunker 8, the things you see, hear and experience, they stay at Bunker 8. Understood. To keep things simple, you only need to follow these rules. Maintain cleanliness throughout the station, including the cells. Provide a daily report to avoid contract termination. Refrain from interacting with anything within the cells. Lock the cells daily at 4pm.
and adhere to all given orders. Okay, so lock the cells at 4pm. Sounds simple enough, and what exactly is in these cells? Honestly, I don't know what's inside them. My orders are clear. Provide you with your instructions, including the part about not opening the cells to see whatever is inside. You can open and close the cells from your terminal. That's all you need to know. Wait, so you're telling me you have no idea what's in these cells?
In our line of work, Jack, not everything has to add up. We follow orders. And right now, your orders are to manage those cells without questioning their contents. Copy that. Let's talk about your stay at Bunker 8. You'll be alone for the entire six months. It's vital you keep yourself busy. Read, exercise, whatever you need to do to maintain your sanity. Yeah, six months, I don't think that's going to be an issue for me. Is that all you brought with you then?
Just that? Yep. This is about it. Everything I own in this small little bag. Jesus. That's going to make things tough, don't you think? I'll manage. I actually enjoy my own company in six months of just being by myself. Sounds like a dream come true to me. It could be. But you aren't completely cut off. There's a radio for emergencies only. Don't expect to chat about the weather or call for a pizza.
It's there to report if something goes unexpectedly. And what's considered an emergency in a place like Bunker 8? You'll know. If something compromises the facility or your safety, you use the radio. Otherwise, stick to the routine. Open the cells, keep the place clean, and stay out of trouble. If you can't follow these, then your contract will be terminated. Terminated? Okay, what happens if that does happen?
None of my concern. That's for the higher ops. Copy that. Stick to the routine and keep busy. And what about the last guy we've taken over from? Do you have any idea how he went? He did his six months. You're now coming in to take over. Then after six months, another guy will come in to replace you. Pretty simple, right? Yeah, so far. The nature of Bunker 8. It's isolation. The work. It isn't for everyone.
It demands more than just physical presence. It tests you in ways you might not expect. Tests you, huh? How? I mean, what exactly are we dealing with in here? Is Bunk 8 dangerous? Danger is a relative term. When you find the brief, it will include protocols, emergency procedures, and importantly, how to maintain your mental and physical health during your tenure.
As for danger, let's just say awareness and adherence to protocols are your best defense. Jesus Christ, yeah, copy that. What about you? Any tips from your own experiences? Well, I haven't been inside Bunker 8 myself. My role doesn't require it, but I've been stationed at isolated posts before. It's all about keeping your mind engaged and not letting the isolation get to you. The mind can be your greatest ally.
or your worst enemy in a place like this. Wait, you haven't seen the inside yet? I figured you'd know better than anyone else. I've read the reports and know the protocols, but no, I haven't stepped foot inside. Bunker 8 is highly classified. Only those with direct assignments are granted access. Adds a layer of mystery, doesn't it? It does. Makes me wonder what I'm actually walking into here. You're not alone in that.
Every new occupant wonders the same. The secrecy is part of what keeps Bunker 8 secure. One more thing. If you encounter anything unexpected, stay calm and follow protocol. The unknown can be unsettling, but you're trained to handle it. Unexpected, yeah. You mentioned that before. What exactly should I look out for in there? You'll be fine as long as you stick to your training and use your head. Copy that.
Guess I'll be ready for whatever comes. Good. We're almost there. Remember, Jack. Routine, discipline, and adaptability. You got this. Okay, yeah. Yeah, sure I do. Um, listen, I'm pretty tired from the trip up here. I'm probably just going to get some shut-eye and just wait out this trip, okay?
long have you had them? Yeah, since I left. Yeah, I know the feeling. Do you want my advice? Not really, but I'm sure you're going to tell me anyway. After I was discharged, I had some real bad ones. I'd wake up screaming in the night, covered in sweat. My wife almost left me because they were that bad. The only thing that helped, and it's going to suck to hear, but time was the only thing that helped.
And a shit ton of therapy. Yeah, good to know, I guess. Are we close? Yeah, we're here. It's just going to be a few more minutes. Now listen, I need you to repeat your orders back to me. It's vital that you understand your mission here. I don't want any fuck-ups, okay? Yeah, of course. So I need to keep the station clean, including the cells. Provide a daily report or else my contract will get pulled.
Don't interact with anything within the cells. Every day at 4pm, I will need to lock one of the designated cells and above all, follow my orders. Yeah, I'll have the guidebook with me so I know I'll be fine. Good. Stick to that and everything is going to be fine. Alright Jack, this is where I leave you. Here's an additional bag I put together for you.
It's going to help in the long run. If you keep following this path, you'll come across the bunker just beyond that hill. Wait, hang on. Where's the guy I'm replacing? Shouldn't he be here? We already picked him up earlier today. Okay, so I'm on my own now, right? Wait, hang on. Wait, wait. You dropped me off here? The bunker's ages away. You expect me to walk through all this snow? Yep. And Jack, good luck.
Ah, you prick. Oh, goddammit, it's cold out here. Watching the helicopter fly away, there was something about David's behaviours that started to bother me. For all his talk about following orders and sticking to routines.
There was this unoccurring of fear in his voice. He seemed almost too eager to leave, and the way he avoided answering my questions about the last guy who was stationed here, what was that all about? It wasn't just the secrecy of the mission or the isolation that got me, but it was David's reluctance to even get close to Buck 8. I don't know, for a former soldier like him and the way that he avoided eye contact when he talked about the place, I don't know, he just...
It gave me the impression that he was scared and, I don't know, what could possibly make a man like that uneasy? I looked toward the rise where the bunk was supposed to be. It wasn't even in sight yet. I mean, why didn't he land closer? It would have made more sense given the weather and the load I was carrying. What was I really getting myself into? If someone like David, who's usually so experienced and calm, was feeling uneasy...
What did that mean for me? The thoughts started to mess with me. It stirred up a mix of curiosity and anxiety. Whatever was waiting for me at Bunker 8, it was clearly far from a routine assignment. If David was nervous, maybe I should be worried too. Jesus Christ, listen to yourself. Come on, you got this. It's just a short little walk through the snow. Might as well just get started.
Okay, never thought I would end up here. A guy who joined the military because, honestly, I had no clue what else to do with myself. Four years in the service, and I thought I'd seen it all. I remembered signing up. Not out of some noble call to duty, but because I was stuck. I was stuck in a life that felt like it was going nowhere fast. And the military...
It seemed like a way out, a chance to do something, anything that was meaningful. Or at least... At least it was something different. And different was what I got. From boot camp to deployments, I learned more about myself than I ever thought possible. Found out I could take a hit and keep moving forward. Discovered that when push came to shove, I wasn't as aimless as I thought I was. But...
Here's the kicker. Leaving the military, I found myself in the same crossroads again. Unemployed and broke. Still trying to find purpose and money. I was strapped. And that's when this job came along. I got a message from my old corporal. I mean, he was a good guy. Always looking out for the ones that got screwed over. I mean, I did do their dirty work. Followed their orders and all I got out of it was a few scars and a...
And a bad case of PTSD, but a job in Antarctica? Out of all places, how could I say no? Plus, the pay's not bad, and let's be honest, how many people can say they've worked in Antarctica? While others wouldn't dream of coming here, for me, it's a chance to hit the reset button. But this isn't just a job, but it's a chance to prove myself that those four years,
It taught me something about being on my own. After applying for the position, David's offer was like a lifeline thrown my way. Not back to the world I knew, but it was into something entirely new. Bunker 8. Even the name sounded like a challenge. I don't know, it's... It's funny in a way, I spent years looking for a purpose, something to ground me, to make me feel like I was doing something. Maybe... I don't know, maybe this was it.
I keep on reflecting on my past, like there's this recurring theme that I've been trying to outrun or maybe ignore. Empathy. Or my apparent lack of it, according to some. My ex-girlfriend, she was the first to throw that word at me like a grenade. You lack empathy, Jack, she said. There was frustration clear in her eyes. But...
But it wasn't just her either, a couple of friends, or maybe I should call them former friends now. They said the same thing. Cold, distant, unfeeling. They weren't describing a stranger, they were describing me. At first, I shrugged it off, but it just kept gnawing at me like a tick in the brain. The military didn't exactly prioritise being in touch with your feelings, but after all, you were trained to be tough, resilient, to keep your eye on the objective.
Was I really that detached? Like, Jesus Christ, man. Listen to yourself, man. You're a mess. And there it was. Bunker 8. Just beyond that hill. Instead of fear, I felt this gripping curiosity.
You know, I kept thinking like, what secrets did this place actually hold? I felt an almost, I don't know, it was like a magnetic pull that was just pulling me towards it. My feet were like, they were moving on their own. And the snow, the snow was a different challenge altogether. Each step was a struggle, the snow reaching my knees and trying to drag me down, slowing my progress. But I knew I just had to keep going.
Feeling my muscles burn and my breath growing heavier, it was exhausting. Each step a testament to my determination, or maybe it was just my stubbornness. As I reached the top of the hill, I finally saw the bunker clearly. It was smaller than I had expected. A plain concrete structure, it was barely noticeable. The exterior was worn and weathered. It wasn't welcoming, but...
It didn't have to be. Wait. What the hell is that sound? Is that a generator maybe? But it doesn't sound right. I can feel a weird vibration in the air. What the? Why is it so hard to move? It's like something's pushing me back. What is this? Is it some kind of magnetic field? This isn't normal. Blood. What the hell is happening? My nose started to bleed. The vibrations in the air, it's doing something to me. I'm not too sure what it is. It's like...
It's like when you put two negative magnets together and they just push apart. It feels like this magnetic field is somehow pushing me further away from the bunker. Whatever's going on here, there's no way I can turn back now. I've got to get inside or I'm going to freeze to death out here. Finally, I made it.
I stood in front of Bunker 8 and the reality of my newest summit really hit me. I'm going to be here for 6 months. And the door, it looked like it hadn't been opened in forever. I tried to look for any footsteps or anything that could tell that there was someone here before. But I couldn't find anything. It was weird because I was here to replace someone.
Even weirder was the fact that, despite this fierce snowstorm all around me, the bunker itself was completely clear of snow. It was like stepping into a bubble where the storm just couldn't reach. I placed my hands on the concrete door, but it was weird. For concrete, I expected it to be cold to the touch, but it was actually quite warm. I pushed against the door and it was a struggle to get it to budge.
The sight that greeted me wasn't exactly what I expected. All I could see was an elevator, but it wasn't like a modern kind like you'd find in an office building. This one's all just metal and bars like something you'd find in an old mineshaft. I walked up closer to it and I was curious. I peered down into the shaft and...
All I could see was darkness. It was like a void stretching down into the earth. How deep did this place go? I don't know. I wanted to test out how deep this actually was. So I kicked a small rock into the hole and I listened. I listened for any sign of it hitting the bottom, but there was nothing. Just silence. The shaft was much deeper than I anticipated.
I looked around the room and I noticed an electrical switch panel just next to the elevator. I flicked it on, the area around me lit up and the lights began to cascade down the shaft, revealing... nothing. I took a deep breath and took a step into the elevator. As soon as I took one step in, it...
It started to shake, but I knew I had to take a leap of faith. The moment I entered, the elevator jolted to life and it just began its descent. It's like it knew that I was already here. It was like it was waiting for me. I know as weird as that sounds, but I knew that there was no turning back now. This is it.
Bunker 8. Written and edited by Dean Smythe. Story by Dean Smythe. Starring Alex Huffman as David and Dean Smythe as Jack. If you enjoyed Bunker 8, then please leave a review and follow The Midnight Mystery for more.