They’d laughed at David during his monthly bunker audits. Checking the dates on his tinned food and replacing stock. They thought he was mad installing CCTV- after all, what good would that be in a nuclear attack?
They weren’t laughing now though. They were desperately hammering on the steel entrance, pleading to be let in. David watched the world’s final minutes from twelve feet underground, encased in concrete. Outside some were screaming and trying to prize the hatch open, others were praying; Jim from next door- what was he doing?
Jim was frantically heaping soil into the bunker’s ventilation pipe...
They weren’t laughing now though. They were desperately hammering on the steel entrance, pleading to be let in. David watched the world’s final minutes from twelve feet underground, encased in concrete. Outside some were screaming and trying to prize the hatch open, others were praying; Jim from next door- what was he doing?
Jim was frantically heaping soil into the bunker’s ventilation pipe...
