The right decision isn't always the easiest one to make
Winter's eyebrow shot up as Jo's rage flew through the entrance hall of the bunker. He pulled open the sliding steel doors until the motor turned on and from whence they preceded to open themselves. Winter's pulled out from his rear pocket a notepad, and wrote down that he'd later need collect WD40 and if he could replacement parts from one of those damned cracked vaults. He shuttered at the idea of trudging through one of those dead places, but recognized that he was probably the best person for that job and decided that he'd find probably break away from the group later to do just that. Slowly his mind traced back to Jo' rage and he sighed in disappointment. C'mon Jo... Now is seriously not the time for this... He thought condescendingly while now shaking his head at her. Moving up to the doorway that separated the world outside from the bunker, he slowly began to push the door open... There was debris blocking it, but he managed to wedge it enough so that he could walk out. Immediately, his eyes met what looked bombers still flying up in the sky. The now seriously reduced American Air Force seemed to have just mobilized, as he heard the crack of them breaking supersonic speeds and his eyes were met with the fireball of what used to be the bombers What the hell..? he muttered, looking down to the logo tattooed on his arm. Relief overcame him, before he witnessed one of the fighter jets' pilots eject and their plane crash into the ground and explode in a fireball. I'm going after him... If someone managed to get the jets working again, they may have a safer place than what we have now... Maybe even with enough to supplies to support us. Winters called back to Jo before pulling over his hood and scanning the remaining area. He knew he'd have to be quick getting to the pilot as others would most likely seek him out too, maybe to help him... Maybe to do something worse.
Ebony Nevaeh
