Last Day Bunker Chapter 9

I was... Thankfully not mauled by either peanut head, an alien, a demon, a fucking Hollow, any other SCP. Or anything else. For some unknown reason.

I WAS not fucking blasted while driving back into the ass end of the Nevada's desert to get get back to my hidden bunker.

So it was almost surreal stepping out of my jeep in the front area of the bunker. My shoes hitting the concrete and all I could think was how I wasn't actually attacked on the way home.

The only 'incident' I came across was a small wandering pack of a dozen zombies who had already been baked into beef jerky and stumbling across the road.

Which was easily avoided.

Still... Now that I was home. I had alot of goodies to throw into the Treasury. So I could expand my magical stores by a good bit.

"Thank fucking god the cargo elevator can support a forklight." I mused with a chuckle as I used said forklight to more easily bring the loot I got down to the treasury without needing to make a couple dozen trips.

And after putting away said goodies, I brought the ladies goodies in Sarah and Amelia's needed feminine products that they also needed along with the extra food I looted.

"Oh? There you are, I was wondering where you and Amelia were." I said seeing the mother was busy making... Mac and cheese with sliced hot dogs.

Amelia turned towards me with a bit of a start before she said sheepishly. "I thought that was Amelia haha." 

Then she took a breath and said in clear concern. "How did it go? You look fine, but was it dangerous?"

My face twitched at the reminder of the shit hole that was Las Vegas currently which was controlled by three different Demon Lords of power and even myth. "Yes... It is extremely dangerous." I said with a sigh as I shook my head.

I then went onto explain what I had seen. Telling of how magicals were being exploited as magical batteries as well as being rendered down to materials for foul rituals and such.

Human's if they were beautiful were abused and hunted for sport while the common ones were brutally eaten and destroyed if they got a demons particular attention.

I held up the medallion I got for winning the approval of Demon Lord Barbatos and I said with disgust. "I killed one of his Legion demons to earn his approval as the demons already locked onto me as a magic user... I melted the demon within it's armor with heat no different from a cutting torch's sustained flame jet."

"And the aliens? And the zombies?" Sarah asked quietly.

I shrugged and said helplessly. "Too many demons, demons who can do their own weird magic shit to kill said aliens, and a couple dozen normal zombies aren't a threat to a demon who is naturally immune to any infection from said zombies."

Maybe if the zombies quickly began to mutate into special zombie variants that would change... Actually, yeah that was almost certainly what was going to happen.

I bet anything that if I went into the huge tunnel sewers of Las Vegas that almost assuredly held some sort of Umbrella lab that also broke containment. Already the walls would be flesh walls and horrors were currently growing within it.

Still I exhaled and said with a wry smile. "Either way. I made it back, I made sure I wasn't tracked back here. And I am going to continue my magic training for a bit and hope the world calms the hell down."

Then Sarah turned back to continue to stir the mac and cheese she was making from scratch with her only saying quietly.

"We can only hope so."

And those words... Were a reminder that between literal hell invading as well as countless SCP's getting loose upon the world. Yeah, hope itself was something in short of supply.

With that, I got myself a bowl of soul healing mac and cheese with the yummy hot dog pieces. And I went up to the training floor where I set out a bunch of differently weighted medicine balls before I sat down.

"Hmm, telekinesis is both mental energy and very slightly magical energy. So using telekineis would help me against monsters and demons who are explicitly magic resistant as well." I mused thoughtfully as I made all the medicine balls float evenly according to the training manual book I had on hand.

And then for the training step I was on, I had to make all the differently weighing training balls spin around me at even speeds.

Which was far harder then it sounded as each object with it's own weight took it's own very differing amount of telekinetic energy to move it in a circle around me.

And it didn't take me long to appreciate how fucking insane the mental power the likes of Magneto and Jean Grey had. Not for the strength of their telekinesis and the weight in stuff they could move in general.

When Magneto lifted a giant metal bridge, it was one thing when he blanketed the entire bridge in his powers to lift it all at once. But when he pulled a tidal wave of countless thousands of pieces of metal of differing sizes. That was something I could only deeply respect his mental power in.

As even for me right now, it wasn't the strain of moving a couple hundred pounds of medicine balls at once that was the issue. It was keeping my mind on the task of evenly keeping all the medicine balls moving at once.

Making sure they didn't fall when I focused too much energy on the heaviest ball. And I knew why this was such an important early step in training in telekinesis.

Because imagine you are Magneto in that one movie where he sends a stream of metal objects to impale and squash Apocalypse flat... Imagine if he wasn't paying attention to the thousands of pieces of metal he pulled in from behind himself, and he accidentally impaled himself in the back with some rebar or something.

Jean Grey? Yeah, she was even more bullshit. Telekinesis on atoms themselves earned her the name of the Phoenix when she used her telekinesis to create atomic fission by shattering the hydrogen and other gas atoms and molecules around her.

"But one day... One day I will snap my fingers and." I paused as I remembered how my ignition gloves actually compressed air and then violently ignited it and I wondered if that could also help my telekinesis or vice versa.

Either way, I just closed my eyes and focused on my training. As I wasn't going to be running outside for a couple of weeks to see if things calmed down.