Super Eruption.

8/1/2029. Day One.

[Alright, I'm writing this in my.. little house - thing in the bunker, in the dim light of my flashlight, so here goes.]

I bet you didn't expect my story about how my family had to go into a bunker after Yellowstone Super - Volcano erupted (yeah, you heard me) to start off with a celebration of a new baby boy.
       Early in the morning (one o'clock), I was called down because my mom was crying out and my father thought that she might be giving birth and when I saw her I knew that he was right. I was about to welcome my new brother.

I was at the hospital in less than half - an - hour with my mom and Dad. My Mom was crying out in pain probably because she was about to give birth. I was rushed into a waiting room while my Mom was rushed into another room to give birth along with my Dad in tow. At this point, I may have been wondering why they had brought me there in the first place. I don't know because I don't have a good memory -- not one good enough to remember such a thing anyway. But after a few minutes I dozed off because -- well, what did you expect me to do in such circumstances? Not doze off? Anyway, they woke me up at about seven and I was like 'dude, can a man not sleep in?' and they were like 'your mom wants you to see your new baby brother! She birthed him like a few hours ago!'
           So I went to see him because I could already hear him crying and, tired as I was, I didn't think that I could go back to sleep with him screaming his newborn head off.
         Alright, here's a description of him as a baby: he had a huge head. And no, I am not joking. His head was so big it looked like it had been drawn by some caricature artist (I had to look the word up in the dictionary just to spell it right). On his head was.. practically no hair, blue eyes, and a huge nose. His body was plump though not nearly as big as his head and his eyes were (then) red with tears (I'm assuming that writing this because why wouldn't his eyes be red?).

Now that we're done with the description let's move on.
     So the rest of the day bassically consisted of us having a small party with a few friends, facetiming relatives, blah, blah, blah. It was all partying and talking until we heard booms outside and our TV suddenly turned on and told us to go to.. red street because of an eruption.
     But not just any eruption, no, this was the eruption of the famed Yellowstone Supervolcano and what we were experiencing was the absolute worst case scenario. Yellowstone, apartently, had much, much more lava than we'd ever thought that it had.
          Because of that, we were ordered to some kind of bunker on Red Street by a bunch of people in black suits.
              "This is not a drill," they told us through our TV, "Yellowstone is erupting and it is worse than we ever thought. Please go to Red Street as fast as you can and bring only what you will need."
         Now this sounded way too much like a trap to me but my family insisted and we quickly got everything that we needed within a few moments of the message. My mom also got a few journals for me, telling me about how this was history in the making. Then we ran out of our home, not even bothering to use our car.

[Now you might be wondering how I had been able to memorize all of that. Well, it was simple: my mom just kept on saying those words which were, in fact, only a portion of the message. I suppose she thought that they had some kind of significance (which they did). Anyway, let's get back to the journal entry.]

     We got to Red Street just in time to be caught up in the crowd of people who were going into the open doors. Police and Firemen were barely keeping order, trying to stop everyone from stampeding into the doors. I heard the sound of babies crying (including Jake) which I swear I will never forget. Finally, we got into the bunker and were ushered downstairs by a few military martials.

      I swear the stairs went down forever, or so it seemed when we were walking on them. Finally we found doors (which we went through, obviously) and were ushered into four bunks. We were told to set down our things and were gave a map by the soldier. He also told us to go anywhere we wanted on the map but the restricted areas. Also to find our way to the mess hall in 0300 hours which my dad translated as 3 hours, telling us that it was 'military time.'
      We didn't exit the room for a long time because, after organizing our things, we decided that we were all too tired for anything other than just lying around. Well, that and the fact that Jake had started to sleep in my mother's arms. We decided to plug in some of the earbuds that we'd found into the TV and watch TV. Unfortunately, the TV only accepted DVDs so we had to choose a movie. My mom and dad are history geeks so they chose a movie called Midway. My choice would have been the first Harry Potter movie but they outvoted me.
       Plus adults always seem to get their way so I wouldn't stand a chance anyway.

After the movie we had about 42 minutes of free time left so we all took turns going to the bathroom and my mom changed Jake's diaper (I will not tell you how gross it was). Eventually, we found ourselves at a table after picking up our rations. We said our prayers then ate and talked about various things; mostly about how we all hoped that our outside family were alright. We all assumed that they had gotten in their own respective bunkers but we just didn't know. And that frightened us.

     At the end of dinner, a woman climbed onto a podium and congradulated us on such a great evacuation of our five towns then ran through a list of announcements. There were a bunch but the one that really caught my eye was one about how we would get jobs in the morning. Unless you were five or under. In that case you would be cared for by your parent or the daycare center if your parents couldn't care for you for one reason or another. She also told us (rather cheerfully) that we'd probably be out of here in a few days. Then she told us that, after we had cleaned up, we were to go to the showers.
         So we all cleaned up and then went to the showers where, it turned out, a line had already gathered. We all had to wait for a long time until I finally got my time in the showers and discovered it was little more than what they had on the International Space Station.
       You can imagine how much I wanted to curse and throw down the soap bar that they had given me, which was already filled with hair.
       Luckily, there was liquid soap tap so I didn't need to use that disgusting soap bar.

    After I got out of the shower and got dressed I ran right to my bunk where, on one of the lower bunks, my Dad was sitting.
        We both talked for a while about the bad shower conditions. My dad told me about how a few men probably cut their hair. He told me how they probably hadn't rerouted the regular water system to the bunker yet because it was only the first day. I asked when they would have rerouted it and he told me probably by noon.
       Then my mom came back with my baby brother from the shower grumbling about how her whole shower was one big hairball since practically every woman cut her hair in the shower.

Then we all got settled into bed and I started to write in this journal.

[Alright, finally done with this entry. That took almost two hours.]

                             *** Not edited so that this journal could be more realistic. ***