War breaks out, people are lead into the shelter to be frozen for hundreds of years. The world becomes a wasteland. A group of people who lived are let out. They all have different skills and work together to stay alive.
We all walked up to the machine that will take us out of here. Now, we have to figure out how to control it.
"Well, what now?" I said having no idea what to do.
"Well it seems to me that this is some kinda of control panel. Give me a minute, I'll try to figure it out."
I could tell that paul was the smart one of us. But what was I? Maybe I'll figure that out later.
It didnt take paul long to figure it out. The machine started moving up to the surface. I could hear the scratching sound of the metal on metal. A very unpleasant sound. Not to mention it just reminds me of that day when my life went to shit.
The machine stopped and the top started to open up. A foot of dirt all fell on us. Well that's great. The elevator moved up the rest of the way. I saw a bright light all around me.
My eyes were blurry at first but then they focused. My skin was stinging abit but nothing unbearable. I looked around me. Things were wrecked but calm. Old looking that's for sure.
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We started walking out. We've definitely been in there for along time. This was the saddest thing we will probably ever have to see. Hundreds of bodies. Our parents and young babies. They were long gone. I felt a wave of depression over us. I think we forgot we were going to have to see this.
"What now?" Z asked me.
"I dont know about you guys, but I'm going to go to my house. Just to see it for the last time."
I said holding back my tears. No more crying for me. We decided to go to my house to see if maybe there was something we could take that would help us. It only took 15 minutes to get there. It wasnt far from the vault. We got to my house. It was barely intact. I tried to open the front door but it wouldn't open. I went around to the back door. It was a glass sliding door. I tugged at it but it was stuck.
"Its stuck guys. I guess we cant get in."
Z stepped in front of me.
"I got this. Get back."
I stepped out of the way. Z kicked the glass in like it was nothing. Everyone's eyebrows raised. We wouldnt suspect him to brake it down. He was the skinniest of the group. He was crazy strong though.
"Alright. Thanks Z. Let's head inside."
I crawled inside along with the others. We were in the laundry room although the dryer didnt look too good. I opened it up. It still had clothes in it. At least we know the clothes are dry. Right up ahead was the kitchen.
"Ginger can you search for can goods? Maybe they are still good for consuming."
"Alright what cabinet are they in?"
"That one."
I pointed to the bottom one.
I walked out into the livingroom. The carpet looked green. And the furniture had springs coming out of it. I looked over to my left and saw my dads weapons. He loved hunting. He also just had a passion for guns and knifes.
"Hey Z, do you see that wooden chest and the giant gun cabinet?"
"Yeah."
"Well they are filled with weapons. The keys are in that wooden trim. If you look on the other side of it the keys are in it. Go throughthe weapons for me? You seem like the type that know that kind of stuff. Try to pick out a gun and a knife for each person."
"Ok."
It was my turn to look for something. I was curious to see if the cars still work. I grabbed the keys that were hanging by the front door and headed outside
I turned to my left to see the garage door still in tacked. It looked weak but it was still sealed. I put the keys into it to try opening it. Nope. It was rusted. Completely rusted. It wouldnt open without a fight.
Next to the door was a axe. One that my father used to cut the wood to put into the furnace every winter. It was still there sitting on a dry decaying piece of wood. I grabbed it and took it out of the wood.
I built up my courage and swung the axe at the door multiple times, each time it breaks the door just a little. Z ran out of the house and over to me.
"You ok Ace?" He had a worried look on his face.
"What? Yeah I'm ok. Im Just knocking this door down."
"Oh. I'll help you with that."
"No it's ok. I got it. You got all the weapons ready?"
"Yeah, yeah I do."
"All the ammunition to?"
"Yeah. Theres a limited supply so we will have to shoot wisely. So we will use our blades most of the time."
"Alright. "
I started again at the door. I have created a small hole to which I can crawl into. It's still there. The truck is still there. My dads truck. It was light blue like the color of the sky before the war. Barely rusted. Actually in good shape. I opened the door and got in. The leather seats were cold. I touched the metal steering wheel. Hopefully it still runs. I put the key in and twisted it. I heard the engine start. It works. I got flash backs of my dad teaching me to drive. I was so young, but I was good. I can drive better than most adults. I was going to start racing cars the year the war started. But I never got to live that dream.
Everyone walked out of my house to come and see what I was doing.
