So I know you’ve probably heard about these weird underground bunker stories on documentaries and even Netflix. Maybe you think they’re made up because they’re just too insane to be true. Well, I’m here to assure you that they are one hundred percent true and I did not know that other humans existed until I was eighteen. Well, that’s apart from my grandparents.
“Francis, sit down and let me tell you about the world we’ve escaped. The terrifying world above!” were my grandpa’s favorite words for as long as I can remember.
“See, it was a dark, scary place up above the ground. We knew that someday it would be impossible to live there; there are wars, famine, pandemics, zombies! So we started storing food in this bunker. Your grandma made jams and jellies with almost every fruit she could find and did a lot to make this place cozy. Then we heard that they were releasing something from the planes to wipe out everyone! That was our cue to leave! So do you know what Francis? Right now there are no more humans up there. Just us three. And it’s not safe to go up there ever – because that substance from the planes is still around. It probably turned the animals into zombies and they’re roaming around just waiting to attack us! If we leave, we could die immediately! Your mom and dad wouldn’t listen to us. So they perished. They’re gone! It’s unfortunate. We’re all you have left!”
And I believed him because there was no one to tell me a different story anyway. My grandma taught me to read and I had lots of books. I read and wondered about how life was in the past – when all the people hadn’t been destroyed.
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