Cards

"All in!" The girl shouts with a huge smirk on her face as she slides the remaining money in front if her into the middel of the table.
"Fold, fold, fold" Can be heard from all the others around the table from all the other players. All the others accept one.
"You're faking it again ain't you?" A man sitting across the table says.
"Shut up old man, you folded too, now its only between me and him." She looks at the man sitting next to her, the only one who hasn't folded his cards yet
"So what will it be? Also all in?" The girl is as confident as ever that for sure she'll win.
The man still silent pushes his remaining money also to the center. Still with a completly streight face. The girl is getting a bit stressed, but it's no coming back now.
"Please reveal your cards." Says the dealer of the game. The man shows his, one pair, two fours, this should be an easy win for the girl, but as she slowly turns her cards over and not even looking the dealer or the man in the eyes. She has nothing, not even a pair. She reveals her cards and the man next to her, who's been silent through the whole game bursts out laughing
"Yeah yeah, I know. Someone have a smoke?" She says as she gets up.
"Sure, you should really stop losing." Says the man she lost to while handing her a cigarette
"Blah blah blah, so I lost who cares?"
"Where are you even getting all the money?"
The girl snatches the cigarette and leaves before she answers.

She walks down the halls of the bunker, bright yellow-ish lights all around. People and families, just living, not in a bad state of living either, it looks like they all had this place as home. It is quite lived in. The girl goes deeper and deeper, way down into the bunker, all the way to the bottom. As she's going and smoking, she is holding the cigarette in a perticular way, as everyone else would hold it between their index and middle finger, facing out of the palm, she holds it facing inside into the palm and always as she takes a drag of the cigarette while her lips are lightly touching the dorsal side of her index and middle fingers. At the bottom of the bunker, there she disappear into the utility room, into the deepest part of the bunker where she lived.

Suddenly the door from outside swing open, someone new just entered the bunker. A man in long trenchcoat, Hans somehow made it here alive. He immidetly closes the door behind him but then he just stops, stops and just stares on the insides of the bunker. There were people, happy people, the insides almost looked like a hotel and a pretty one at that, carpets, big halls and hallways, good lights, everything. And then there was him, in that dirty old coat, unshaven, with hair that looked more like muddy broom, but no one really seemed bothered by it.

Someone suddenly aproched him
"Hello, it's always great to see new faces here, not many people come here from the outside."
"Yeah, i guess. Can I just ask what is this place?" Hans asks confused.
"This? Oh it's just on of the still functioning superbunkers."
"Super bunkers?"
"Yeah, do you not know what... Oh you're one of thoes. You'll figure out everything as you go along, dont worry."
"Okay... Anyway if there someone who is known for performing miracles? Or anything like that?"
Hans asked not really thinking that he would be here, but it couldn't hurt to ask.
"No, not really. Why would you think that?"
"That's a long story."
"If you don't want to say it then don't, I won't force you."
Hans just nods as a response as the man continues.
"Anyway, you should get a job as soon as possible. It's not really that you need money, but people wont really like you when you just laze around all day. But if you're too lazy to work than that's your thing and you should go down to the other lazy weirdos, alcoholics, junkies and gamblers."
"Yeah, doesn't really sound like you like them."
"I do not, obviously." The man scofs
"Just stay clear of them if you can, some pretty weird folks down there. Also get some clean clothes, you look terrible."
"Yeah yeah" Hans just replies a little annoyed and starts leaving. The man doesn't stop him, just goes back to what he was doing before.

Hans walks down the hallways of the so called superbunker, there are people everywhere, it looked like a miniature city. There were farms and shops and schools, even entertainment like sports, casinos, theaters, there really was everything. And all of this in this massive concrete sructure underground. There were giant, almost streets, that were just surrounded by a bunch of windows, perfectly spaced, like an apartment buildings infused in the walls, standing so tall even while underground. There were even lampposts and powerlines on the walls, it was all just so massive. Hans couldn't believe his eyes, how could anyone build this? When did they build it? He was both amazed and a little horrified.

Everyone he saw was wearing the same clothes, it looked like military uniforms turned civil, green shirts with dark green pants. But at least they had something to wear. But then, among the shops and countless other buldings and people, Hans saw something. Something that slightly disturbed him, it was a group of childern, and they were in what apeared as a military traing. Wasn't this supposed to be a peacful bunker? A bunker where people who didn't have home and wanted to escape from the war went? Why were they training their kids to be soilders? And it wasnt a small group of kids either, it looked like all the kids around were training to go fight one day. Hans didn't want to ask what was up with that, both because he didn't really care that much and because everyone just seemed as if it was a normal thing for them.

"Hey man!" A voice out of nowhere just spoke at Hans. It was some young boy.
"I know what you're looking for." The young boy continued
"So what is it? Crack? meth? Anything you want."
"What are you talking about?" Hans just replies, the boy making him confused again just like so many things in here did.
"Drugs, come on, I know what you're after. You're too far into the buker to be from outside, and your close are too dirty and they arent even the standard uniform to be from the top. You're from bellow aren't you? So who sent you? Jack? Cat? God? Martin?"
"Wait did you say God?" Hans suddenly cuts him off. It was probably just a nickname for someone but at least it was something close to who he was looking for.
"Yeah, the God buys cigs from me. Did they sent you here to get some good stuff?"
"No... No, not really. Could you just tell me where i could find this God?"
"Wait, you don't know? Everyone knows where god is, it's like the most famous person in the entier bunker. Are you from the outside?"
"Well... Yeah? Is that bad or something?"
"No, it's just interesting to meet someone new in here. Tell me, are you one of the normal people or are you a past person?"
"What does that even mean?"
"So a past person, got it."
"Will you just tell me where can I meet god?"
"Yeah sure, it's easy, just go down. When you're all the way at the bottom there is a single door with the sign utility room. That's where god lives, but never go inside without them inviting you, just knock and wait."
"Thanks man, hope I can find him." Hans says as he walks away, going twods the staircase down.
"So no drugs?" The boy yells as him before Hans disappears into the long stairs down deep into the bunker.