Bomb Shelter Novels & Stories

He says and he doesn't elaborate and I do not ask him any more questions because I know that he has to concentrate but once we are safe, he has some explaining to do. Like when the hell did they come up with this plan and why weren't we included? I swear if I weren't so worried about Damon right now I would be coming up with ways that I would kill him. He continues driving and then I see people lining up and I'm confused. “What's happening with them?” I ask. “During attacks like these ones, there's a protocol, women and children are to go down to the bunkers, there's enough food and water to last them for like a month.” Stephanie explains to me.

"Son, is there something I should know about? You seem nervous and the panic room indicator went off not too long ago for this room." How? How could I forget that I upgraded the system so that every panic room had a trigger on it? If opened, the room would send a silent notification to Papa and me. "Oh yeah, I was just showing her where to hide in case anything happens and her and baby have to hunker down." Dietrich Shields wasn't anybody's fool and he damn sure wasn't going to made one. "Did you fix your problems like I told you to?" "Yeah, we're working on it. Still a little turbulence but she'll come around. Told her about the maze...."

I spot several people walking and running towards it, trying to get themselves to a safe place before all the craziness happens. I enter the safe house, to find it crammed with people and children, running around, trying to find someplace to spend the night. The place was big enough to comfortable house and seat everyone in the pack. I find a quiet corner in the safe house, which is an underground bunker, camouflaged with thick trees and bushes. I ask the twins to sit there for a minute, while I gather all the supplies that I think we would possibly need. I grab a couple of blankets, pillows, and towels, a couple of water bottles and make my way back to my children, hoping they stop being af

She asked, her brow furrowed in concern. I sighed, the weight of our situation pressing down on me. "I guess there's no point in hiding it from you mom, I'm sure Bree already knows." I paused, gathering my thoughts. I took a deep breath, as the weight of the situation pressed down on my chest. "The safehouse... it was bombed," I said, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. Viola gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Bombed? When? Is everyone

I remained expressionless, pretending not to notice the provocation in her eyes. There was only one month left before the apocalypse arrived. I had no time to waste watching her schemes. In my previous life, I only thought the convenience store Dad left behind looked too old and run-down to attract customers, so I hired people to renovate it according to my design, reinforcing it with steel and concrete. I never expected a zombie outbreak to happen afterward. That tiny convenience store became unbelievably sturdy after the renovations, turning into my warm sanctuary in the apocalypse. Back then, I managed to build a temporary shelter with only limited funds.

I carefully undo her seatbelt and lift her from her booster seat. Lexi was about to take her, but I shook my head. Amelia would only freak out with the growing thunder and I'm fighting against my own fear of the storm. I knew she could see it in my eyes and quickly guided me to the soundproof basement. Tears fill my eyes as Raven's scent floods my nose. She's alive. She's going to be fine. She has police protection. She'll be home soon.

Absolutely insane! Truly, unbelievably insane! And it had intercepted a portable thermobaric warhead attack, nonetheless! If any other rig here — even one of the Level 6s — had taken that hit from the Wolf Pack's prized reserve weapon, dubbed the "shelter buster", head-on, it would have already been reduced to a smoldering pile of carbon ash. Everyone's terrified gazes turned toward the Seventh Formation up ahead. Now, all that remained there was a stretch of smoldering black earth.

My only thought is the kids. Save the kids. The hallway lights flicker as Caden steps out of his room, eyes wide and already alert. Reggie and Sarah appear seconds later, panting, adrenaline rushing ahead of them like a wave. “That sound—was that—?” “A bomb,” I snap. “Get the kids to the shelter. Now. Stay underground. Do not come out.” Caden grips my arm. His voice catches. “Mum—if you fight again—what if you don’t—?” His words tremble. He doesn’t finish. Doesn’t need to.

Steel doors sealed shut behind us with a heavy clang. Damien helped me out of the car, his arm around my waist supporting my weight. My legs felt weak from the long drive and the constant fear. He guided me through a series of reinforced corridors until we reached the main living area of the bunker. It was surprisingly comfortable. Thick concrete walls lined with warm wood paneling. A large living space with soft couches and a kitchen. A bedroom with a big bed and soft lighting. A medical room stocked with everything needed for the rest of my pregnancy. It felt like a home buried deep beneath the earth, safe from the world above.

She wasn’t wrong on either account. “What do you mean, a dirty bomb?” Roxie looked confused. “Like, fill them with nails, glass… basic shrapnal that could penetrate the skin.” “Well, shit…” Jolene’s eyes wide. “We have shin guards that might help with that.” Roxie looked like she was deep in thought. “We have metal ones. Do you guys have that?”