Gravity

The sounds of death and destruction finally ceased after days. Oramay lay curled up in the corner of the underground bunker when the deafening rumbles ceased. She looked to the hatch above her, wondering if it was safe to return to the world above ground. However, panic kept her in the dingy, concrete grave. She knew she had enough reserves for a whole year, since now it was just her. She paced the narrow hall, refusing to look to the end which lead to the room of the bunker she dreaded going into. Oramay had moved all the preserves and water to the hall with her, so she wouldn't have to ever go in there again. She weighed her options, all the while trying to decide if it was worth going above ground. For all she knew, everything she had ever know had been destroyed, and all that was left was her and this bunker.