I'm in a steel box bitch!

As I go up the two flights of metal stairs, they clang with each step. My body armor, my weapon, my helmet, my assault bag and I weigh in around 230 lbs. clanging on each step until I get there. My post.
It's a steel box with a steel door and three large ballistic windows. Ballistic glass is not really glass. It's more like clear plastic. This ballistic "glass" has been here for awhile and though it will stop a bullett in most cases, it's easily scratched with a knife, which is carried by almost everyone who has spent hours of his/her life guarding this camp.
The inside of this box looks like the inside of a cell at a mental hospital. The surfaces are covered with cryptic messages from people long gone. Here's a few for you viewing pleasure.


























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