Bomb Shelter Novels & Stories

The numbers on the screen were pulsing with a angry red color. 00:45... 00:44... "It is not the ships " June gasped. She held her bandaged arm close. She looked at the hole where the hospital used to be. "The self-destruct bomb is not in the sky. It is in the ground. When the hospital fell it didn't just crash. It became a bomb." "The Benson-program said he was holding the fire back " Patience said. Her voice was shaking with fear. She looked at the smoke coming from the hole. "If the timer is running it means he is gone. He is not holding the fire anymore."

Damn it, this wasn't an action movie. I growled at something very rude, fasted my M19 harder, and sprinted down the sidewalk on this side of the street. I never let our prey out of my sight for a moment. It was almost like a slalom. Again and again I had to avoid people and then I almost ran into a shelter. There was room for a handful of people in these small buildings. If you had to get to safety from a prole, you could run in there, seal the room and call the venators from inside via an emergency column.

Matteo is certain Saturday he will have her. Alex and Bella spend the next couple of days together enjoying each others company. Alex asked Bella about her bunker with private entrance. She tells him that because she lived by herself she had a safe room put in. She explained that the only people that can get in our out of the safe room is herself and Elise. The safe room can also serve as a bunker. It is soundproof, bulletproof, as well as weather proof. It is also a small apartment. It has 2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms as well as a living area, kitchen, and laundry room. She wanted somewhere she could be safe in for months. No one knows the room exist because as he saw, the entrance is too wel

My tears fell like a stream. “Hey. It’s okay. I’ll call her again. Don’t worry.” He wrapped his arm around me, rubbing my arm as he soothed me. “Let’s go see Gage then.” The pack had created what looked like a state-of-the-art underground bunker. It had rooms and complete supplies for emergencies. At the end corner was the cell. It was separated by thick iron bars and a vault door from the bunker. “So you guys come here when there’s an attack?”

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I’d learned that a long time ago. The safehouse sat tucked into the hillside, shielded by dense pines and the curve of the land. From the outside, it looked like nothing more than an abandoned fisherman’s cottage—weathered wood, salt-stained windows, a sagging porch. Inside, it was reinforced steel beneath the rustic shell. I walked the perimeter first, checking the cameras, the motion sensors. Inside, I made sure the supplies were stocked—water, food, medical kits, weapons. The bunker door in the basement was sealed tight with a code only three people knew.

We lead them to the back of the packhouse, and people start looking for their loved ones. We actually have about three big safe rooms, with the main one under the packhouse. When pack members get the call to shelter, they run to whichever is closest. Since everyone wasn’t waiting with their families, we allowed this time for people to find their people. Some members do have a small basement-like shelter under their homes, and we send warriors to check on them.

Other parents were arriving, grabbing their children. "What's happening?" Eve asked. "Breach. We need to get to the safe rooms." I grabbed Lucia. "Now." The safe rooms were underground bunkers, reinforced and spelled against magical attack. Each cottage had access to one. We ran toward ours with Sophie's parents beside us. We almost made it. The explosion came from the east side of Haven. Massive. The shockwave knocked us down. Lucia screamed. I covered her with my body as debris rained down. "Everyone okay?" I checked Lucia frantically. Cuts and bruises but nothing serious.

Once in the bunkers we just went to one of the big joint areas they have where you could hang out and wait for information. These bunkers are great to be honest this area is safe from trespassers and fun for the kids. They can be as loud as they want the bunker is sound proof and understandable from out side unless you find an entrance but it’s completely unable to be broken into and the entrances are well hidden. I also love that it’s like under ground housing. We have beds showers baths and entertainment we won’t have to hold crying kids. I heard a few older members saying not even a nuclear explosion could get through these walls we also have very strong long lasting generators incase of

Mark walked up to them and asked Harvey why all the commotion and uproar inside the house. “Arrangements are being made for everyone to come to the shelter,” Harvey said. “Apparently the moment has come that your hosts have been waiting for.” Washington, USA. Collins and Goodson rushed into the situation room and immediately asked the staff if what they had been told was true as they looked at the images on the screens in front of them. They showed scenes from various newscasts around the world reviewing the news of the bomb explosion but did not show images because they did not have access to the areas affected by radiation.