"...The hills were green they say, the wildlife beautiful.
The golden days, before the bombs went off.
It's been 147 years since that day. The day civilisation abruptly ended. The records show that nobody knows who fired the first bomb. I guess everybody was too busy trying to get to these shelters. I'm telling you this because our CO2 scrubbers are failing and everyone is either too sick from oxygen deprivation or busy fixing something else. These could be the final days of our lives. The backup scrubbers could last us a month or two but sooner or later they're going to go out and with it, our little remainder of humanity. I'm telling you this because records of humanity need to be kept, so we're remembered.
So if you're listening to this then that means that the scrubbers have failed and we were left with no options. We're assembling a team of our best people, including myself to go out into the wasteland. If you're listening to this then we didn't make it back and something happened. Either we're all dead or something else. Please locate any survivors and take care of them if possible."
Nate lowered the recorder and shoved it into his back. He laughed to himself as he continued to explore the vast emptiness of the bunker he'd found. The floor was covered in skeletal remains. The bunker smelt of death but Nate couldn't turn down the chance of finding some amazing loot that could potentially be traded for rations back home.
As he explored, Nate scavenged from the bodies. He found objects such as small items possibly items of sentimental value to these people. "They don't need them now" he thought to himself.
Nate found the command room of the bunker. The smell of dead bodies was much stronger here. He seen the bodies, these were different. They weren't decomposed. These were fresh bodies. Each of the skulls had holes in their skulls. "Bullet holes" he thought to himself. He touched one, the blood was still fresh. Nate began to look around, his notifier was vibrating. He took it out of his pocket. The words, "They're here, the natives are here. It's an ambush Nate. Get the hell out of that bunker."
Nate grabbed the bunker log which he originally came here with the team to scout for. He took the commanders tag from one of the dead bodies and he began to make his way out of the bunker.
He could hear grunting and running. He drew his machete and hid behind a collar waiting for them to pass. They ran past and Nate quickly made a run for the exit of the bunker. The team were waiting for him and a group of dead natives laid dead in a circle.
"Did you get the log Nate?" Asked one of the men.
"Yes. I got it. We need to get the hell out of here. When they realise I'm not in there and they blow that horn, a whole army of them will come down on us." Said Nate.
"Okay, let's go" replied the man.
