Doomsday Bunker Upgrade Novels & Stories

I just thought of Doom. Hoping that Doom will show up tonight.

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“The button to close the hatch is on the other end of the tunnel.” He nodded, and we hurried until we stepped into a cold, brightly lit room. The bunker. I pressed the button immediately and sealed the hatch, locking the bunker down. “Woah,” Matthew said. I looked around, checking that everything was still in place while rubbing my neck where the general had grabbed me. The bunker looked exactly the same as it did years ago. Everything was intact. The food stock that could feed three people for five years. The green room for growing modified plants without sunlight. The telecommunicators that could make calls without being traced.

They nodded and stepped back. Damien continued, "Here is what needs to happen. We want the elderly, children and all non-combatants to go to the east pack grounds. That pack hasn't even had a rogue attack. I don't think they know that it's a part of our territory yet. When the war starts, the bunker in the pack house there is much better than the one here. Please go there when the fighting starts. Before then, you are welcome to stay in any of the spare rooms in the packhouse as well as all empty houses. Just please stay as close to the packhouse as you can get. I do not want innocent lives taken from us. Omegas that are in the east pack, I would like for you to start working on stocking the

They nodded and stepped back. Damien continued, "Here is what needs to happen. We want the elderly, children and all non-combatants to go to the east pack grounds. That pack hasn't even had a rogue attack. I don't think they know that it's a part of our territory yet. When the war starts, the bunker in the pack house there is much better than the one here. Please go there when the fighting starts. Before then, you are welcome to stay in any of the spare rooms in the packhouse as well as all empty houses. Just please stay as close to the packhouse as you can get. I do not want innocent lives taken from us. Omegas that are in the east pack, I would like for you to start working on stocking the

There was even a television mounted against one side of the wall, something Darren had not seen functioning properly in a very long time since the apocalypse began. Not far away stood a massive vault door built with thick steel strong enough to withstand an explosion. Surveillance monitors flickered nearby while a backup generator hummed softly in the distance, supplying electricity to the entire place. There were organized storage shelves filled with supplies, a visible defense control panel, and even what looked like a communication tower system connected to the bunker network. The entire place looked less like an ordinary shelter and more like a secure survival fortress. "How is this even

"You cannot just walk into the basement of a forty-story office building with a couple of handguns. The main elevators are locked out from the central security desk, and the lobby is guarded by private municipal police." "The elevators are locked, Marcus, but the utility lines are not," I told him, turning my chair around to face him directly. "The bunker requires a massive intake of fresh air from the street vents to keep his medical equipment and his server blocks from overheating. There is a forty-inch ventilation duct that leads straight from the alleyway behind the central post office down to the fourth sub-level." "And you want to slide down a forty-inch metal tube?" Marcus asked, a da

"Oh, right. The remodeling contractor is coming by today to sign the contract. Make sure you have the 150 thousand dollars ready. We can't put off remodeling our future home." 150 thousand dollars? The number blared in my head like an alarm. I turned toward the phone on the nightstand on autopilot. October 30th, 2064. 8:17 am. My stomach dropped. The date, the time, Leo's words, even the look on his face, were exactly the same as that day burned into my memory. October 30th, 2064, was the day before the zombie outbreak. It was also the day Leo used "remodeling our future home" as an excuse to bleed my savings dry.

This time, I would not let them leave me no matter what. Emmett held me in his arms, making sure to plant a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Honey, I'm so sorry that you suffered a lot. Are we reinforcing the courtyard soon? I'll do it with you." Meanwhile, my mom wanted to say something, but she didn't stop us from doing what we needed to do. I knew Emmett and Mom doubted my rebirth story, but they chose to fortify our home out of love for me. Soon, Mom replaced the curtains with the blackout curtains so that no one could peek into the windows of the villa. At the same time, Emmett and I worked together to install the anti-intrusion spikes. This way, we could prevent survivors from infiltrating