My name is Kyle. Im 25 now (technically 325) and witnessed a living hell. The PTPFNW group (Protecting The Public From Nuclear War) asked me to sign a document to add me to a roster on my local bunker for a time in need. Well that time was now. The world was in nuclear conflict and no one would win. These bunkers were made for experiments on HUMANS! I guess it was just luck my taxi driver knew.
I lived in a flat in London. It was spacious and cosy aswell. I had a rat called Bruce that loved to run around in his cage. I visited my mum nearly every day to keep up with her 'banter' as she called it. My mum was 42 and she had back problems since I was 18 - I was 20 when the first nuke was dropped - and struggled with daily life. So I did her laundry, dusting, cleaning, and made her tea then freeze it. She said I'm a brilliant cook but thats just MSG (Monosodium Glutamate) for you. This stuffs made from seaweed and chemically tricks your brain into enhancing the flavour.

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PTPFNW (On Hold)
Teen FictionMy name is Kyle im 25 and I raid PTPFNW bunkers (Protecting The Public From Nuclear War).