First of all, I would like to start with a quote by @Steelie, almost two years ago (jeh man, we're getting old):
Not sure if that thought still goes for you, my friend, but I still have an everlasting curiousity to the Unknown. Which is why I felt I wanted to share my, if I can call it like that, 'personal adventure' of last sunday...
I knew the place from a friend of mine, who practised mountain biking in a nearby forest (10 km from my village). He talked about seeing large concrete complexes in the middle of the woods, bunkers of some sort. When I felt like walking with my dog in the forests, I thought 'why not there?'. The drive to the location was an adventure itself, with the fat little one next to me on a chair, sitting relatively relaxed for a car ride with Green Day way too loud on the music box. Anyways, we arrived at a parking ground at a pancake restaurant, near the bunkers. From here, we found a muddy way, not that much used (understatement) in the direction where the bunkers had to be. As the road turned into a river more and more, I eventually stumbled upon a fence, among with a sign saying NO ENTRY. The fence seemed to end my little journey, but when I walked a bit further I discovered a tree, blown over by the wind fallen exactly over the fence.
As I climbed over this unforeseen helper, whilst carrying my little one, I saw my destination: A row of grey, grim structures that was hidden in a seemingly artificial planted coniferious forest. There was still an asphalt road connecting them, although overgrown by all sorts of grasses. The bunkers almost seemed to be Vaults of 'Fallout', with opened doors of at least 30 cm thick. They were buried under hills of sand, complete with trees and plants, probably to camouflage them for enemy sattelites.
Most of the once military highly guarded complexes were now fallen victim to vandalism and graffiti. One of the bunkers had a large white, almost fluorescent text writting on the backwall, eerily saying 'NO END'. Gotta admit, that one almost send shivers down my spine.
The bunkers in this row were numbered 101 up untill 118, 115 not being excluded. At the end of the row was a small, brick building, consisting of a hallway with tree rooms. I ignored this building, as it looked like a stinky by junkies used house, looking not nearly as interesting as the bunkers.
When I had seen enough, and exited the terrain, however, I heard a loud 'BANG' coming out of the little brick building. Probably the wind smashing a door, but the idea someone was there, watching me all the time, creeped me.
Once exited, I used internet to investigate the structures I had investigated. Apparently, the area was an enormous military ammo depot for the German Bundeswehr, used from 1962 till 1997, to store bullets and bombs. This would explain the thick steel doors. The trees overgrowing the bunkers indeed used to function as camouflage, due to fear for Soviet sattelites. Apparently after the Cold War, the Bundeswehr sold it to the Belgium ministry of defense (I was in belgium the entire time!), which demilitarised the area and gave it to nature, as it connected the wildlife of tree large forests. Another interesting thing I found out was that the terrain was 100 hectares big, containing 80 bunkers. I merely saw the tip of the iceberg! The area was still lightly guarded weekly by a soldier with a German shephart, and apparently some folks organized an illegal technoparty in one of the bunkers some years ago. Much more I couldnt find on internet.
When I came back to the living world from this real life Zombie map, I went to the pancake restaurant to get some sort of 'pancake calzone'. The little one had to wait till we were back home to get her slobby food.