"The Moore's are having a baby."
I glanced up from the table, surprised. "They got the okay?"
My husband nodded, "The paperwork came in today, so I heard." He lowered his eyes in sorrow, "Poor Joanna."
"She's only 53." I breathed.
A bead of sweat dripped down my brow, landing on the cool, concrete floor of the bunker. I tried to remind myself to be thankful for this place, this concrete tomb, but it grew more difficult each day. Perpetuum Technolgies, the company that sprung up just in time for the largest nuclear war the world had ever seen, had designed the vault to sustain one thousand people for as long as it took the surface to be habitable again.
exactly one thousand people.
Poor Joanna indeed.
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CreepyPasta - Collection of Short Horror Stories
HorrorThis is a collection of Creepypasta, some of them popular and some of them not. This includes descriptions, stories, and some pictures. *I will add the original creatures name or website I found it on at the end of each story.
