No Happy Endings

Alone

She stared into the mirror at her reflection as she finished her make up. She then took a step back to look at herself. She was wearing a pink fleece, a blue tank top underneath, and black shorts. She always felt a little better when she thought she looked pretty. Which she did, according to everyone. She had to look good tonight.

"Fucking hurry, Hannah!" Garter yelled at her from the living room. They were leaving tonight. They had to get out of the city. Well, the bunker.

The bunker was powered by about one hundred generators, which were supposed to last for a thousand years, but they were failing. The lights were going out. And it was becoming harder and harder to grow food. So, the government was getting rid of people it deemed "unnecessary". The elderly, the disabled, queer people, etc. Some of the only people who even remembered what life was like before the bombs and the descent into the bunker where the elderly. Hannah had had many talks with a woman who had been from New York City. She said she was visiting a dying friend in D.C, when they ordered everyone to go into the bunker. She said that New York might even still be around, but probably not. Most cities had been destroyed in the wars.

Hannah and Garter lived in the Bunker. When the bombs were dropped on the East Coast, the people in D.C were sent into the bunker, a giant underground city where the 800,000 D.C citizens could go for safety. But that was almost a century ago.

Hannah wasn't from D.C. She was from Nevada. When she was 19, someone put her into a sleep that kept her from aging. They took her to the bunker. They said it was for "safety" concerns, but Hannah didn't believe that. She still doesn't know what to believe.

Now, she had to leave. The Council was killing people for everything, from little infractions in the codes to killing them for being gay. Hannah and Garter where going to meet up with Sam to leave the bunker, and reach the surface. They had no idea what they would see, what would be left of the world above. They knew that a city called D.C was there, and it was the Capitol of The United States. But it would be destroyed by now, by all the bombs.

Hannah fast-paced walked out of the bathroom and up the stairs. She went to the second room on the left and looked around. This was her room. She grabbed a backpack off the table and put it into a giant ass purse she had. That way it wouldn't look to conspicuous. She and Garter would just look like all the other girls heading to the clubs and bars on Friday night.

Garter also had a purse with her. Garter had lived in Towson, Maryland. She had moved to D.C for college. Well, that's what she told her oarents. She had really moved here because she knew that the LGBTQ community was pretty big there. She herself was pansexual. When the bombs had been dropped on D.C the first time, she had been homeless, with no home, and no place for safety. She still suffers from PTSD and other problems from experiencing the bombs first hand. She had seen a child be torn apart by a bomb, right in front of her. She had felt the child's blood splatter onto her own skin. She just drowns her feelings in alcohol and drugs nowadays.

Hannah and Garter walked out of the apartment, down 5 flights of stairs, and out of the Apartment Building. They usually went out to party at this time, so they shouldn't appear unusual to anyone. They were both horribly nervous about what woukd happen if they were caught. It was illegal to try to leave the bunker city. They kept walking down the block. They pretended to be drunk so no one would think and then four more to the end of the settlement. There, they met up with Sam.

Sam had been Hannah's boyfriend for almost two years. Well, two years that they had been awake. Sam was bisexual, but the only person who knew that was him. And his brother had known. But his brother was dead now. He never even made it out of Russia.

"Did you bring the shit?" Sam asked them. "Yeah," Hannah said, "we brought the food and water and blankets. Did you bring the flashlights?" "Yeah" Sam answered. "And I brought the cigs, lighters, and alcohol! The essentials. Now let's get out of here before anyone notices us." And they did. Hannah, Sam, and Garter walked out of the settlement and into the cave. The cave they knew would get them to the surface.

They didn't have time to look behind them and see the last of this effort to survive. They only heard the sound of the humming of machinery all simultaneously slow to a halt, to a silence louder than all things. Then the panic came as the lights went out.
They didn't see the fires erupt throughout the city, and the people running down the streets in chaos. As children were abandoned by mothers and knives peirce through random people, and the Council deployed riot control and started firing into the panicked crowds. Children, men, women, and others all dying

Hannah and Sam and Garter where going to be alone for the first time in years. Truly alone. They didn't even know what to do when they got out. If they got out. There were stories of monstrous creatures hidden in the caves, mutated by disease or radioactivity.

Sam was scared of what creatures would be waiting in the darkness. Garter was scared of seeing what had happened to this city, and possibly having a major episode of PTSD. And Hannah was scared of what would be left of a world she had loved and had been ripped from. She had been in the 2030's when she was taken. It was now supposedly 2116. She didn't know if she wanted to see what had become of this world.

Hannah didn't even know if she still wanted to live.

Their thoughts all raced as they got farther and farther into an endless darkness, only lit by the dim flashlights they carried.