The bunker was under the cracked pavement behind the laundromat on East Grand River Avenue. Leo found it by accident, the way you find things in Flint when accident is the only mechanism left.
He was twelve. He lived with his grandmother on Tuesdays and Thursdays and his mother sent money on weekends when she could. The rest of the time he walked around the neighbourhood, which was walking around an emptiness that had been shaped into something resembling a place. The pavement was cracked because the ground had shifted. Something had moved underneath. Maybe roots. Maybe pipes. Maybe...
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