The ground shuttered and shook beneath our feet. Was this an earthquake? Was it an explosion? The answer came soon enough as the shock wave was not far behind. It sounded like a combination of a fighter jet engine spooling up mixed with a runaway train rolling at full speed. We were just pulling the heavy steel doors of our underground panic room survival bunker closed when the world as we knew it came to an end.
Things were changing quickly in the last few weeks before the bombs dropped. We assumed they were tactical nukes fired from submarines off the east coast. Living between a Naval base 100 miles to the east, and another military base 100 to the west had a drawback of making us a bullseye target with very little time to react to those bombs.
The meltdown of society, governments and law enforcement took much less time than any had predicted. Within a matter of hours not days we had to fight for our lives with waves of roaming criminals raping and pillaging just as they had done when crossing the southern border. Many said this was all part of a tyrannical government plan. A "Great Reset" some of the more arrogant elitists called it. How foolish they were to think they would also survive it. If they do. They better hope we do not.
We had planned for this...
Weapons ✓
Water ✓
Food ✓
Cats ✓
Medicines ✓
Oxygen Tanks ✓
All were now secure in the virtually in-penetratable 30 foot underground survival shelter. 60 days worth. 90 days if we rationed to the extremes. We would. That was the plan. A plan we had gone over many times. Sleep would be as much as possible conserving food and oxygen. Physical activity limited. We hopefully had every possible outcome accounted for. What was truly unknown is what would we open the doors to in 80-90 days. Would it be so toxic with radiation that it would be instant death? Would the zombie like hoards be so many walking dead that it would be unsurvivable? Would we have to blow the outer doors with the Claymore mine ?
The Claymore mine is a directional anti-personnel mine
In the event of a shock wave. The outer doors were set up in a way that debri would hide them making them more secure but also would be blocking the exit of them. Using explosives would destroy the heavy doors leaving our hidden location open and vulnerable with only the secondary air tight iron doors exposed.
Over the last year or so we had stockpiled the storable foods, water, holistic medicines antibiotics and extreme meds such as iodine for the radiation that was sure to come and yes morphine and cyanide. To linger and die slowly, painfully was just not an option. We had nearly died in the days prior when the worst wave of illegal migrants had come thru like a hoard of zombies straight outta the walking dead television series. Head shots were just a way of saving ammo. These were living breathing, starving and sickly sub humans. Brought here and funded by a self destructing suicidal government dead set on a genocidal social replacement program. When that funding rapidly ran out. The useful idiots quickly turned on the government who promised them utopia. Now a violent and cannibalistic mass of humanity was overtaking that tyrannical regime.
Was this a simple pumphouse being built? Or the entrance to an underground survival shelter?
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