"It's like waking up in a mental home."
No one did really expect that the world would end with a bomb. It was true though, that the word really would end with a bang. A soft one though, the muffled choke of a rat and it was all over and the planet was gone, blown away into millions of bits and pieces, thrown into piles of rubble, crushed hopes...crushed dreams. Unless, you were one of those lucky few who managed to make it out alive. Hidden inside a bomb shelter in the middle of nowhere by now.
You were said that you were supposed to help build a new country, a new nation. Save the human race, let it again grow. A few months ago you were picked, one by one to be put into the shelter. People that they thought may be able to help, maybe be able to use there skills to make peace to there once beautiful world.
Those people. The people that put you in there. They were the ones that knew about the bomb, but why they didn't tell the rest of the human race was unknown...A few of them claimed it was because the world was just a selfish hell with little to it's name and it needed to be rebuilt so that everyone could live perfect lives. They didn't want starvation, dehydration, depression. There was to be no type of pain or suffering in there new world. They wanted it to be like...Pandora had never opened that box and let all the evil out into the world. The way they future the world, was much different then the average living being.
The only problem with the whole shelter is that the living conditions were cramped, stuffy, and disease spread rapidly, bringing the population of the shelter down. Some are still yet to have disease and some are even suffering it now. No way to stop it though, once the bombs go off, there's no turning back. Still, it is like living in some mental home. Everyone going crazy, scrambling past each other, trying to make ends meet of their lives. Others that can't seem to stop crying because of dead love ones. All this commotion going on and you can't seem to do anything about because you to are lost in the huge riot of what has become of the bomb shelter.
It's like the old days all over again, except this time...it's up to you. Your decision counts with it all. Will you build a new nation...or let it again crumble into dust?
No one did really expect that the world would end with a bomb. It was true though, that the word really would end with a bang. A soft one though, the muffled choke of a rat and it was all over and the planet was gone, blown away into millions of bits and pieces, thrown into piles of rubble, crushed hopes...crushed dreams. Unless, you were one of those lucky few who managed to make it out alive. Hidden inside a bomb shelter in the middle of nowhere by now.
You were said that you were supposed to help build a new country, a new nation. Save the human race, let it again grow. A few months ago you were picked, one by one to be put into the shelter. People that they thought may be able to help, maybe be able to use there skills to make peace to there once beautiful world.

The only problem with the whole shelter is that the living conditions were cramped, stuffy, and disease spread rapidly, bringing the population of the shelter down. Some are still yet to have disease and some are even suffering it now. No way to stop it though, once the bombs go off, there's no turning back. Still, it is like living in some mental home. Everyone going crazy, scrambling past each other, trying to make ends meet of their lives. Others that can't seem to stop crying because of dead love ones. All this commotion going on and you can't seem to do anything about because you to are lost in the huge riot of what has become of the bomb shelter.
It's like the old days all over again, except this time...it's up to you. Your decision counts with it all. Will you build a new nation...or let it again crumble into dust?