It is five o'clock at night and my friends and superiors are setting me up with suits to avoid the radiation and 5 rucksacks to carry food in. I will be the first person in this bunker to breathe, ok, toxic but, real air. As the titanium door opens I take a deep breath and then move forward, ready to step out of the bunker. As the bunker was dug, I had to climb up as small steel stair case. When I reached the top, I remembered that this bunker had been built under a house. It was rather easy to find my way to the front door as nearly all the walls had been blown apart. I smashed though the door and caught my first breath of real air for twenty years. Then, I remembered what I was doing here. I still remember my way through the town even though most of it had been blown up. Finally, after about 5 minutes of walking, I reached the super market. I then opened my rucksack and revealed a sledgehammer. I wielded it above my head and brung it crashing down on the ex-automatic doors, shattering the glass. After putting it back in my rucksack, I crawled though the hole I'd made and ran towards the food aisle. I then unzipped my five rucksacks and started to pile tin after tin and fruit after fruit into them. After cramming as much food into them as possible, I turned around to leave. I rolled out of the super market and started to run towards the safety bunker.
I then saw something that surprised me. A house with its lights on. Extremely courois, I made my way towards the house. When I reached the door I slowly opened it. I scanned the room. Sitting on the table, was a red covered book with the words 'diary' on it in brown letters. I opened the dairy. This is what it said.
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WW3
Science FictionThe year is 2121 and world war is raging. The government has made 'bunkers' to protect people from radiation, then when bunker 89 starts to run out of food Jeffery , a 20 year old boy is elected to go out into the fray and scavenge food. But then he...