Flowers For Ophelia

It's the 80's. You're sitting in your bed, reading a cheesy book, or listening to music, paying no attention to what's happening in the outside world. Suddenly, a feeling you've never had before, a feeling of you-know-something-is-wrong-but-
you-don't-know-what is now drawing your attention from your book or music and you move your body to the window, where outside in the distance houses are rubble, there are fires engulfing all and everything, anything. You had a good idea now of what the feeling was.
A nuke had just dropped.
Before you could react, you were gone too.

This was the reality of the people. Every country Bombed, Nuked, Whatever you wanted to call it. The bombs contained a poisonous gas, radiating the air and making the world uninhabitable on the surface. Your only choice; To stay in a bunker. The only problem being supplies eventually running out.

Not many survivors, not much food, not much life. If you survived, you wish you hadn't. Even better, a new species arose from the rubble. "Hell Crawlers" The Survivors called them.
They came from the depths, presumably the core of the Earth, feeding on it. But they have a new taste for something. The Survivors. The "Remainers".

(This is a fictional Sci-Fi story that contains a first person perspective that follows the story of two different people. 2 sides of the story. If anything does not make sense, please comment so I can fix it.)

Word goal: 20000-25000 words