“Yep. Soundproof bears, not quiet there yet, but I tried. And technically I don’t really record things here.”

Bee scoots away when he reaches to the pile of junks behind her. He grabs a pile of papers under the metal stacks and lay them on the floor.

“This, uh, yeah this is the best I can do,” Kevin gestures awkwardly to the yellowing papers with words and scribbles all over them. “…to record.”

“Your songs, huh?” she asks, taking one of the papers. The word ‘Fall’ is written on the left top corner of it.

    “Red waves and rolling wine
     Flowers on the back of my mind

     White ghosts and breaking shrine
     And you say our stars are aligned”

“Aah, t-that one's not finished!” Kevin snatches it from Bee before she can go any further. Bee can’t help but snicker when she notices how his ears turn red- he’s probably feeling like digging a hole right now.

“I can’t read keys, but you got some sweet lyrics here.” Bee says, trying to peek some more, but Kevin flips the paper downwards. “Alright, so you want to turn these into CDs? What do you want me to do?”

Kevin nods, unsure what to say. He pulls out a piece of paper from his back pocket and hands it to Bee. “Do you know this place?”

Bee sighs. 

Of course she knows this place. She needed drinkable water so bad back then, and the guy she made a deal with would only share his water gallons if she took a certain platinum record inside. It was a recording studio built inside an abandoned war bunker by the forest, a place where all kinds of top-chart makers frequented before the infestation took over. The guy knew the place was infested with toxic fungus and was in danger of burning -the signs were all there- and he was lucky enough to meet a desperate Bee who would risk her life for water.

She hands him back the photo. “You better hold on to that generator, man. I’m sorry, I can’t help you.”

“I understand, but…”

“Whatever it is that you think I can do, I can’t. I can give you my music but I can’t give you a recording studio.”

“I know, but they say you’ve been to the Radio Tower..”

“Yeah, I’ve been everywhere. To get new stuffs, so I can eat and not die maybe.” Bee says, hating this conversation by the minute.

“That’s why I need your help!” Kevin tries to get Bee to look at him, but her eyes are set on the exit door. “You came out alive!”

“Exactly. I came out alive, how lucky of me.” Bee says flatly before taking her backpack off to start crawling again through The Tunnel of Junk. 

“I won’t even ask you to go inside, I just need… some pointers.” Kevin sounds desperate.

“I'm sorry, I can’t be your Indiana Jones, Kevin. This is not some Spielberg shit we’re living in.”