Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine Feet Below Fandom, Sunday

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So. It was, if Travis's admittedly rough calculations were correct, now Sunday. Which meant he'd officially been down here for a week.

The little community was still growing. They now had a fire station, a mansion, and a bowling alley at which to occupy their time. There was plenty of food -- and now some very shitty beer, too, which Travis appreciated -- as well as three generators, a fair amount of potable water, a small emergency water heater and pump, and a lot of spare fire uniforms if people started to feel a bit too stinky.

There was still no apparent way out yet, though.

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