Novel & Cerita Bomb Shelter

After word got out that we were fair and wanted to help them survive, more came in from hiding. To stay alive, they eventually figured out that hellhounds could break through dirt and concrete and they began hiding in metal-lined bunkers their former government set up when bombing was their largest threat. The bulk of their people in the cities were packed in too close together and unable to find adequate shelter from the hellhounds and died in the first wave of attacks.

It was intended to serve as a mobilization center for volunteer human troops as well as a reserve ammunition supply. "Ryan, I think we need to move now before the storm worsens," Janet mumbled as she took her backpack and camping gear. A shot of bitter cold hits her face from somewhere, like a curtain of falling snow in the distance. She noticed the silhouettes of trees in front of them and a mini tent in the distance. "What do you think?" She added. "I think I don’t want to be in this storm for another fucking second. Janet I'm bloody cold. I can hardly feel my nose."

A few had kissed my clothes, taking a not-so considerate bite on each part they landed. The second a fiery ball of yellow flame blanketed my feet, I had finally been drawn to the top fortunately. I took a breather, preparing myself for the second round of boxing with danger but not before I had a perception—if the bunkers were being flooded with electrical pipelines, which were also at the same time being affected by the blast waves, then, I had even less time. In line with our race to safety, one final deafening rumble from beyond the ground reverberated in the midst of the chaos on the surface.

He stopped mid-stride on the trail and looked northwest, and the expression on his face was specific enough that I stopped without being told to. "How far is the nearest shelter?" I asked. "Twenty minutes," he said. "If we move now." We moved. The hunter's shelter was a permanent stone base with a solid roof, stocked for exactly this kind of emergency. Wood by the door, dry provisions on the upper shelf, two rooms divided by a heavy curtain. The outer room was larger, the inner one smaller, with a fire pit that still had ash in it from the last use. The storm hit fully about fifteen minutes after we got inside.

Colin explained. “If the pack is in danger, we will send out a message in the pack link that all non-fighting members should head to the shelter. The shelter takes up the two subfloors of the pack house and is built like a human bomb shelter with room for 300 people. It will be cramped at full capacity, but it will be survivable. There are supplies to last for five days at full capacity. There is also a secret exit that leads out into the woods. The exit can’t be opened from the outside,” he explained, and Adina was stunned.

she said facepalming herself. "Oh no!" I laughed I know how much Payton hates elevators. Sandy was just about to say something when we heard a loud boom! "Shit we are under attack!" Sandy shouts and immediately takes out her gun. "Brooke, Payton you need to follow us we need to get you to the safe room quickly!" We followed the three of them when we got out of the cinema room I saw Martin running up to us, "We need to get them out of here," Martin screamed as bombs went off.

Chapter 379 “DAD, MOM! WE NEED TO GET YOU OUT OF HERE! THERE'S A BOMB SOMEWHERE AND EVERYONE IS GETTING OUT OF THE PARKING LOT! Syncere yelled as he ran towards his dad who was talking to the agent who had his momma in handcuffs. The Taylors were already in the van ready for transport. But his mother wasn't going down without a fight and his father was trying to calm her down. “Syncere what are you talking about, a bomb?” Sharon asked looking at her son. The girl Shawn's parents brought here, put a bomb somewhere on the property and no one knows where it is. So they're clearing everyone out of here and getting them as far as possible. Yall aren't far enough away, you guys need to get in the

She purposely got me away from the pack so her father could do his evil work. “I can’t believe they are partying after killing an entire pack, little pups, teenagers, youths, adults, old men and women of the pack. They killed everyone, no pity; they spared no one. We have a bunker; I am sure anyone there would have died by now, not after the bomb,” I said, looking at the pizza boxes. There are fresh scents here; does that mean she slept with them all? “There is a bunker.” Ario asked. “Yes, it’s under the pack house, and it’s for emergency cases,” I answered.

My vision swam. How much longer could we do this? How much longer before one of us fell and didn't get back up? A sound reached my ears. Small. Distant. But unmistakable. Children's voices. I looked toward the safe zone. The reinforced bunker where the non-combatants sheltered. The elders stood guard at the entrance, their aged bodies still formidable, still ready to fight if the enemy breached the inner defenses. And there, at the very edge of the protective barrier, were Carl and Karin.