It has been a while since I've been around. I was sick. I'm back to try to make more progress on the ghost stories and a book I have been working on for a long time. Here is a sample of some of the artwork and a little of the story; it is untitled right now. Hopefully, it will be well-received. Any feedback is greatly appreciated. Thank you again for your time.
In the spring, snow still lingered on the mountains after a long winter. Alexis was hunting in the Alaskan wilderness near Lake Minto when she discovered an unusual cave.
The ground around the cave had recently been disturbed near the rocky base. Alexis looked closer and realized it was metal, not stone. She felt that this was a mystery worth exploring. Alexis put her SIG rifle on her shoulder and took out a flashlight as she stepped over the threshold, shining the light into the cave. The opening was small compared to the cave's interior, with rock formation stalactites and stalagmites. Scattered throughout, a slight breeze between the rocks whistled.
In front of her was a staircase that led down to a hallway that appeared out of the shadows. Above the stairs, there was something carved into the rock.
"Those who gave their lives for the cause shall not be forgotten. Michael Bishop, Commander of the Third Battalion."
Alexis realized she had uncovered a loyalist bunker built before the Uprising. She had heard about Commander Bishop and secret facilities like this, but not in Alaska. She was told the loyalists never made it further than England during the war. She wondered what other secrets lay hidden in this place, pointing her flashlight down the hallway. The ceiling towered above her, a twisted mass of tree roots tangled in a sea of concrete and rusted pipes. It was unnerving how the shadows played off the ceiling.
On either side, faded white walls with a blue stripe in the center, and on the wall, a faded but still legible sign reads weapons research facility and supply depot.
Alexis was excited to have stumbled upon this place but didn't want to get her hopes up. The odds of finding something useful here were unlikely. The bunker has been unused for at least 40 years, maybe more.
Moving forward with her flashlight, she slowly chipped away at the darkness. The hallway was a chilling reminder of the war. Deep into the facility, pitch-black doors appeared out of nowhere. Some opened, and others were sealed shut.
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