Bomb Shelter Novels & Stories

One that makes me anxious for Lora to be locked in, let alone Khai. Theo assures me it isn’t like a bunker I have experienced. More so that it’s for the safety of his pack. It’s large enough to house two hundred people comfortably. It’s a house below the ground of this house. A panic room, as he put it. Fire proof, bullet proof… stocked with enough food to feed his pack for over a year if the need arose. There’s not blueprints for it and the only way in and out in through his office behind the neatly stacked bookcase.

If he wasn’t dead already. “You know, you should really ask her that. Why am I being interrogated?” I side-stepped to put some distance between us. “Rather tell me, what is this place? Why do you guys have a bunker or bomb shelter in the middle of the woods?” “Don’t change the subject.” He pulled at his beard, clearly frustrated. “This place is for safety. For the women and kids, if there was an attack.” “Attack? From what? More of those things that attacked us at the creek?” What kind of dangerous place was this?

It was a scar on the face of the dead world, but a scar that was healing, turning into something new. The main gate of Birkin Shelter was a formidable structure, a reinforced wall of shipping containers and scrap metal, topped with barbed wire and punctuated by two guarded watchtowers. As the blue sedan approached, a figure waved from the left tower, and the heavy, makeshift gate, mounted on shrieking metal rollers, began to grind open just wide enough for the vehicle to pass through.

It had reinforced concrete, a low ceiling, a cot against one wall, shelves stocked with bottled water, MREs, a first-aid kit, a satellite phone, and a small monitor showing grainy security feeds from around the property. A safe room? A panic room?? A fucking bunker built into the basement of a vacation house??! He pushed me inside, closed the door behind us, threw three separate bolts, then finally—fucking finally—turned to face me. My chest was heaving, heart trying to claw its way out of my ribcage. “What was that?” I asked, voice shaking but loud in the sudden, dead quiet of the sealed room. “Gage—what is going on? Was that an explosion? Are we under attack? Who would—”

"Steel shutters, Cale? Really?" "Glass breaks," Cale said. "It is the weakest point of entry." "Entry for who? Kieran is gone. Lysander is gone." Cale looked at the window of the hospital room. It was raining again. "The storm isn't gone," Cale whispered. "It's just rain." "It's cover." "You're scaring me again." "I am preparing you." Elion stood up. He poured water for Cale. "We have a safe room now," Elion said. "A bunker. Just like you wanted."

--- Heavy steel hinges shrieked as Silas hauled the bunker door open. Built deep into the side of a rocky mountain cliff, the abandoned cold-war era storm shelter smelled aggressively of damp concrete and rust. It was windowless, dark, and perfectly insulated against cellular signals. "Inside," Silas grunted, tossing a battery-powered lantern onto a metal folding table. Leading Amberly down the short flight of concrete stairs, Jordan scanned the perimeter. Two metal cots lined the far wall. A rusted sink sat in the corner. It wasn't a sanctuary. It was a concrete tomb.

There was a loud echoing boom in every direction, and Caisen was worried not only for himself but for Cathy. After he assured everyone that everything was alright, he went to his cabin. It was catastrophic. It could make someone traumatized by everything. Caisen could see that with each blast of the bomb in every direction, he could see the conflagration that was ignited because of the bombing. The bright red-orange-crimson flare engulfed every building and every spot that the bomb blasted.

CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR: Left Behind -- Bomb? April paled after hearing the phrase. Even Tyler furrowed his brows. Dave looked at Aaron and the latter was thinking deeply. Sheryl gripped Tyler’s arm tightly and said, “Is that so? Then we should get going to the safe room. But—is that sturdy enough to protect us from exploding bombs?” April glared at her, “Do you think our building is made with cheap materials? Unless it’s nuclear, of course, it will withstand it.”

Out of fear she fell off the tree, it was a funny memory as she was only fourteen by then. Caleb’s eyes darted toward a door by the end of the building, two guards stood guard in front of the door even though it was locked with a heavy padlock. “And what place is that?” he pointed at the door curiously. Emma followed his direction of sight and discovered that he was pointing at the safe room. “It's our pack safe room,” she said. “Safe room? I have never heard of anything like that…so what do they keep in there?” maybe all of the pack's important documents and even weapons were kept inside there.

I asked, as we ran out the front door of the pack house. “She is - we have a safe room I had installed years ago for a situation like this. The less Marly and Everly have to move, the better,” Carson replied. “They will be safe,” Jessica said as we looked to ensure our women, children and elderly were being hurried to the bunker we have for the rare times this happens.