- A good or fortunate situation that is isolated from reality and unlikely to last
- a thin sphere of liquid encasing air or another gas
For a while, the boy heard nothing but the quiet, distant hum of the air circulator, leading him to believe that perhaps he hadn’t heard voices; perhaps there was no breach, and he had just imagined it while playing pretend.
The boy leaned up on his knees to peak over the barricade and peer off into the darkness at the end of the hall leading to the entrance, about ready to call out and see if the voices would reply or if they were indeed imaginary, when a voice broke the silence before him.
“Hello,” a male voice called, echoing through the halls, followed immediately by a loud smacking, a pained cry, and a “what was that for?”
“You don’t know what’s in here,” a female voice reprimanded, “there could be people, there could be monsters, we don’t know!”
“Alright, fair,” the male said, his voice closer than before, “but after 4 years of radio silence I think it’s safe to assume they’re all dead.”
The boy raised his rifle and rest it atop the barricade aimed down the hall, waiting for those who burst his little bubble of safety to show themselves.