Elizabeth looked up at the sky with a frown. What was once sun had now turned itself into the threat of rain. Walking down the popular forest path, Liz though of what to do, Running home was a good option, but a waste of time if the shower was to be brief (and that is how it was looking). Some suitable shelter would simply be needed.

Liz knew there where some old WW2 bunkers near the path where she could stand under while the rain fell. She made her way to them, hoping they where unoccupied.