The lights of the bunker flickered. On, and off, on, and off. Over and over again. It has been the same for 4 years. The same lights, the same food, the same books, the same tools. Never did it change, ever. Dylan only had one thing to hold onto, her fathers necklace. Nothing was important to her anymore. All Dylan did was sit and wait for her father to come home. If she heard any knocks, she held her breath. Nothing had ever happened to her world until today. July 7th 2041
Dylan hummed to the tune of Jingle bells, the one song she remembered from her childhood.
She thought and thought, and she broke open the door of the bunker. Quickly she sprinted out of the room fear spiking through her mind.
But as she opened that door she realized, she was the prey.
